"It's a statement by a party opponent's agent," Maya countered. "Exception to hearsay under Rule 801(d)(2)(D)."
Judge Whitmore nodded slowly. "Overruled."
"Who told you not to come to work?"
"Mr. Richard Whitmore."
The courtroom erupted. Richard shot to his feet. "This is slander! I demand—"
"Sit down, Richard," Judge Whitmore said coldly. Her nephew's face flushed, but he complied.
Maya continued. "Did he say why?"
"He said there would be special cleaning that night. Confidential. Only certain people could be there. But my father was scheduled to work. That's what confused me. Why send me and Samuel home, but keep Marcus?"
"Did you tell anyone about this?"
"I tried to warn Marcus, but Mr. Whitmore said if I contacted him, I'd be fired and deported."
"Deported? Are you here illegally?"
"No, I'm a citizen for ten years. But Mr. Whitmore, he knows I have family still waiting for papers. He said he has connections with ICE."
Maya let that sink in. "What happened after October 15th?"
"Mr. Whitmore came to my home, gave me $5,000 cash. Said it was a bonus for being a loyal employee and keeping quiet."
"Did you keep the money?"