It was bad enough she felt compelled to report to Connelly that she had to go out to court; she damn well wasn’t going to leave him a message. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. She turned her attention to the file and her fresh coffee. The Hemisphere Air team meeting had been brief—mainly a chance to make sure everyone had heard about Noah and to stress that they were to forge ahead with their assignments in his absence. Grief counseling lawyer-style. Now she had less than an hour before she was due in court on the class certification argument. She flipped the pleadings binder open to the complaint. It was a putative federal class action on behalf of customers who had purchased Slim Down, a diet supplement sold by VitaMight. VitaMight was one of Noah’s newer clients and was headquartered in suburban Philadelphia. Sasha guessed that was why Noah had used Ben Carson—an associate who worked out of the firm’s small Philadelphia office—on the case. The putative class representative, one Warren Jefferson, alleged that, not only had he not lost the promised weight while taking Slim Down, he had gained forty pounds.
