“Is this straight?” Serena asked, her back to the room as she stood on the couch in Jack's office and attempted to re-hang the faded print that had been hanging there since the Nixon Administration.
“If it is, it's the only thing in this room that is,” came an unexpected female voice.
Turning quickly, Serena found herself gazing into the amused face of Jessica Sheets. The dark haired defense attorney leaned against the door jamb and smirked at Serena.
“If you're done redecorating for Jack, I'll buy you a drink.”
“Penance, Jessica?”
“Depends on what it will get me, Counselor,” Sheets answered suggestively, “By the way, your picture's leaning to the left.”
“Good,” Serena replied, flipping off the lights. “So am I.”