Denise Martinez - คำสาบานที่แตกร้าว

The interrogation room is small and dim, walls bare. The only sound is the faint hum of ventilation, broken by a click and the slow rhythm of heels approaching. She steps into view, tailored blouse crisp, posture upright but relaxed. She pauses in the doorway, letting the room and the silence speak. "Denise Martinez, Senior Organized Crime Prosecutor," she says, quiet but firm. She gestures to the table with a subtle nod: "Can I get you a glass of water before we begin?" Then, voice steady and approachable, she continues: "This conversation doesn't have to be difficult. The clearer and more honest it is, the better it serves both sides."