The Mendoza Memo E-Book

Daniel Maldonado

• Herausgeber: Next Chapter
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

Attorney Daniel Mendoza returns in 'The Mendoza Memo' with his trusty private investigator, Pamela Williams.

This time, the two are in London, working on a royalty case involving a miracle drug licensed from Arizona. When a witness mysteriously falls ill during a deposition, it is only the beginning of bizarre events happening in London, Arizona, and other places that all seem to be connected to the lawsuit.

Putting themselves in jeopardy, Daniel and his legal team must race against time and solve the case. But are the strange events related to the investigation merely coincidence, or is there more to the case than meets the eye?

Leseprobe

THE MENDOZA MEMO

DANIEL MENDOZA THRILLERS BOOK 3

DANIEL MALDONADO

CONTENTS

1. Flight

2. Dinner

3. Client Meeting

4. Deposition

5. Dispute

6. Symptoms

7. St. Mary’s

8. Interview

9. Hotel

10. Memo

11. Dojo

12. Father

13. Telephone Call

14. Museum

15. Investigation

16. Senovia

17. Conversations

18. Mining Companies

19. More To Go

20. Plans

21. Regrets

22. DCI

23. Oasis

24. Bathtub

25. Bear

26. Unknown

27. USB

28. Meta

29. Suspects

30. Motion

31. Conflict

32. Courtroom

33. Stages

34. Standoffish

35. Revelation

36. Disclosures

37. Analysis

38. Attack

39. You-Logy

40. Party

41. Colleague

42. Corporate Office

43. Flashback

44. Dr. Lubarski

45. The Range

46. Threats

47. Takeover

48. Conference

49. Observation

50. Tucson PD

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About the Author

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Dear reader

Copyright (C) 2022 Daniel Maldonado

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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This book is dedicated to Mickey Finn who first suggested I write legal thrillers.

Thanks for all of your support and encouragement.

1FLIGHT

Over the Atlantic Ocean

Present Day

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking. We are approximately an hour away from London. We should be arriving at Heathrow Airport around 4:05 p.m. local time. The weather is a crisp 19.4 degrees Celsius or 67 degrees Fahrenheit for our American passengers. London is partly cloudy with a slight chance of rain. I apologize for the turbulence earlier in the flight but flying at a higher altitude seemed to resolve the issues. I hope you enjoyed the flight. The cabin crew will do a final walk-through to assist anyone in preparation for landing. We look forward to serving you again on British Airways. We know you have a choice and appreciate your confidence in us.”

As the gruff voice faded over the loudspeaker, a seasoned British female wearing a thinly pin-striped jacket with a white blouse and the iconic red, blue, and white cravat scarf approached Daniel Mendoza. He was seated in the second row in business class of the Boeing 777. Lounging with his work laptop nestled in his lap, Daniel turned his head to the right as the attendant faced him and smiled.

“Would you like some tea?” she politely asked in the friendly manner associated with British etiquette.

Knowing this was the last service before landing, Daniel answered, “Yes, please.”

Daniel quickly covered his mouth after he spoke out of concern for any morning breath. The long, eleven-hour flight from Phoenix was daunting, but he was accustomed to international travel as part of his diverse, complex litigation practice.

The piping hot, Earl Grey tea was poured into a bone china teacup emblazoned with the company emblem. Daniel nodded when the attendant offered him steamed milk. As the milk was poured into the cup, the aroma of bergamot wafted, filling Daniel’s nostrils, and reawakening his senses. She handed him the teacup and a freshly baked scone. Daniel greedily ate the baked good as he relished sipping the tea. She smiled after he thanked her and placed another scone on his tray table. He was grateful for her consideration and reciprocated the smile.

Readjusting his head to read the computer screen, Daniel once more checked his work email; anxious to hear any news. He clicked the bolded, unread email from John Davis, one of his senior associates at the Mendoza law firm. John and a younger attorney, Robin Blake, flew to London days before to prepare for the upcoming depositions over the next few days. Daniel stayed behind one more day to address some legal issues before flying to London.

John’s email relayed that the two attorneys checked into the Regal Wisteria Kensington hotel owned by one of the firm’s clients. John waxed on about the lavish accommodations and touristy sights before confirming that he scheduled a late-night meeting with Roderick Bailey, the President and CEO of their client, Analysis Inc. Daniel was reticent to have a meeting so late after a long day, but he knew it was the only time he could meet with the client before the deposition the next morning.

Skimming the rest of the email, Daniel read nothing important. He already had the office address for the deposition. Having been in London several times before, Daniel knew he would have to oblige these associates in seeing the sights even though “vacationing” wasn’t on the top of his to-do list. What consumed his anxious thoughts was finishing a legal memo to Mr. Bailey about the royalty case. After that, he had to prepare for the upcoming deposition.

Daniel sporadically worked on the memo during the overnight flight and tried to polish it before sending it off to the client. It was a confidential memo that wouldn’t be discussed at the upcoming meeting with his associates. In fact, Daniel limited the role of any other attorneys in gathering the facts or conducting any legal analysis so none of his associates would fully understand the purpose and scope of the memo. He promised this to his client who insisted on extreme confidentiality.

Daniel was in the middle of a final spellcheck before the pilot’s announcement interrupted the process. After completing one or two more corrections, Daniel slowly reread the conclusion one more time to ensure it clearly conveyed his legal analysis.

There. It’s done.

Clasping his hands together tightly and resting them on his stomach, Daniel was pleased and relieved. He attached the memo to an email, pushed the send button, closed the laptop, and returned it to its leather case on the side of his chair. Feeling mentally drained, he sipped some more tea. Daniel wasn’t a coffee drinker. The caffeine from the tea gave him the needed boost to tackle the rest of the day without feeling jittery.

Daniel closed his eyes and napped until the jumbo jet landed and then taxied to the tarmac. On impact, the airplane gave everyone on board a slight jolt, inevitably waking Daniel. After lazily disembarking, Daniel pulled out his cellphone and called Gerald Ravan, the general counsel for Regal Wisteria. Although Gerald was a long-time client, Daniel and he were friends of sorts. Gerald took a personal interest in Daniel uncommon among his other clients. Gerald always wanted to socialize during any available opportunities when he was in Arizona. Coincidentally, Gerald was currently in London. His office was at the company’s headquarters in Tokyo.

“Glad to hear you arrived safely in London, Dan,” Gerald eagerly expressed. “I’m sure it was a long night. We can reschedule if you like.”

Gerald secretly hoped that Daniel wouldn’t cancel.

“No, I’m fine. I’d like to meet you. Same place?”

“Yes,” Gerald grinned as he replied. “At 5 p.m.? If you’re a little late, no worries. I’ve got some work to do as well and will be there early anyways.”

“Sure. See you there.”

Daniel grabbed his stowed luggage from the baggage claim before exiting the airport to hail a cab.

2DINNER

London

Later That Day

After Daniel entered the hackney carriage, the black cab sped off leaving Heathrow airport. The engine gurgled as it did so. It wasn’t one of those fancy, new electrical vehicles mandated by the municipal government. Instead, it was an older gas-guzzling model with a four-cylinder, diesel engine. But the ride was still smooth enough for Daniel to enjoy.

In no time, the cab was roaring up Knightsbridge Road towards Hyde Park. When Daniel looked out the window to his left, he saw tall London planetrees lining the park. Many Londoners were enjoying the lake view, boating, and some were even horseback riding. Seeing this sight finally made Daniel feel exhilarated and relieved. Strangely enough, London made him feel at home even though he never lived there. Unlike Arizona’s vast desert landscape which seemed stifling, London’s greenery and fresh, crisp air made Daniel feel more alive. The rejuvenation was welcomed after a long, stressful month of litigation.

Entering the semi-circular road in front of the Regal Wisteria Kensington Hotel, the cab stopped at the hotel entrance, letting Daniel out. A well-dressed doorman approached him and opened the cab door.

“Mr. Mendoza. It’s good to see you again. Mr. Ravan is waiting for you in the Half-Moon Restaurant. Can I take your bags?”

“Yes, please.”

The doorman motioned the driver to open the trunk to grab the luggage. Meanwhile, Daniel walked confidently into the hotel and took the elevator to the bottom floor where the restaurant was located. The warm wood, soft leather, and glinting copper revealed the restaurant’s grandeur. Seated in the far back at a private table away from the bustling crowd, Gerald Ravan’s head was down. He was engrossed in reviewing legal documents. His silky black hair was styled in a crew cut reminiscent of Anderson Cooper. His fingers were impeccably manicured. Gerald exuded confidence, undeniably so. He had to. With dozens of international resorts and hotels and tens of thousands of employees worldwide under his charge, he was well-versed in the laws, customs, and business practices of the various countries his company conducted business in. Not to mention the six to eight languages he fluently spoke. Maybe more. Daniel lost track.

As a graduate of both Yale Law School and the Wharton School of Business, Gerald had infinite business connections that only multiplied while traveling as part of his duties as in-house counsel for the Regal Wisteria Resorts. Daniel admired Gerald in ways he couldn’t fully understand. Seeing him now in his element only reinforced it.

Before Daniel approached the table, Gerald sensed his presence.

“Sit. Please sit down,” Gerald beseeched without looking up towards Daniel but pointing to the chair in front of him. “I just need to finish reviewing this last part and then I’m done.”

Daniel took off his grey suit jacket and hung it on the chair in front of him. Sitting down, he grabbed the menu and perused it.

“I recommend the lamb chops. They’re marinated in Kashmiri chilies, paprika, and mustard oil. You’ll love it. Trust me. I know it’s not the haggis I promised you before you arrived, but given your time constraints, this is the next best thing if I do say so myself.”

Daniel looked over to his dinner companion. Gerald was still busily reading what appeared to be a contract and never looked up while he spoke.

Turning back to the dinner menu, Daniel glanced at the recommended dish.

“Looks delicious.” Daniel was aware that the Half-Moon restaurant was a well-known, chic Indian restaurant with authentic recipes. “I’ll try it.”

“Good.”

Gerald finally looked up as the young waiter approached.

“Mr. Maldonado will have the lamb chops and I’ll have the Butter Chicken.”

Hearing his authoritative voice and being familiar with Mr. Ravan’s role at the hotel, the waiter simply replied, “Yes, sir. Coming right up.”

“Oh, and can we have a bottle of house champagne?”

He acknowledged Gerald’s request and quickly left the table to place the order.

“You’re looking good, Dan. It’s great to see you again.”

“Same here, Gerry. It’s been a long time.”

“Too long, if you ask me.” Gerald remembered last seeing Daniel in Tokyo when they worked together on the Clifton case involving a woman falling down the stairs at a Regal Wisteria hotel in Phoenix. “So, what brings you to town?” Gerald asked inquisitively.

“I’m here for some depositions in a royalty case.”

“You don’t say. I didn’t know you did that kind of work.”

“I have a diverse practice. When a big client comes knocking at the door, you know, I can’t … won’t turn them away. It’s not good for business.”

Daniel sheepishly grinned.

“I totally understand,” Gerald affirmed as he nodded in agreement. Gerald patiently stared at Daniel hoping he would reveal more details of the new case without any verbal prodding.

“I represent an Arizona company. Analysis, Inc. Have you heard of them?” Daniel asked.

“Funny enough. I have. Don’t they invest in technology originating at research universities?”

“Well, they do a little more than that. They’re a full-service company. They help their clients file patent applications, negotiate licenses, provide marketing support, and, of course, collect and distribute the royalties from the client’s patents.”

“Impressive.”

Daniel was surprised that anything he dealt with could impress Gerald given his vast knowledge and experience.

“Yes, it is. And that’s part of the problem. They have a dispute with one of their clients…”

Before Daniel could finish, the waiter unexpectedly brought over the two dishes and a bottle of champagne. Somewhat startled, Gerald quickly turned to the waiter with a perturbed expression.

The waiter nervously stated, “Bon appétit,” while hastily walking away, concerned that he was interrupting an important conversation.

“…Thank you.” Daniel continued once the waiter was out of earshot. “The client claims that Analysis shorted them over $200 million in royalty payments over the past decade.”

“You don’t say,” Gerald sighed in astonishment. “That’s a lot. It’s not just an accounting error.”

“Unfortunately, no it’s not…Something else, I presume.”

Both Daniel and Gerald tucked their napkins on their laps to enjoy their meal.

“Well, I can only wish you good luck on your case. I’m certainly not envious of your position.”

Daniel laughed at the comment and took a bite of the savory lamb.

3CLIENT MEETING

London

Later That Evening

John Davis, a senior associate with the Mendoza law firm, stared at the askew door waiting for his boss, Daniel Mendoza, to enter the office rented by the firm to meet with their client, Roderick Bailey. Daniel was uncharacteristically late about an hour or so. Seated next to him was Robin Blake, another attorney from the firm. Robin was awkwardly making small talk with Roderick to pass the time and also asking him some general questions about the case.

John checked his cellphone once more to determine if Daniel responded to his latest text message. There was no response. Neither had Daniel returned his numerous calls. Surely, Daniel was aware of the client meeting because John told him about it when they spoke shortly after the plane landed at Heathrow airport.

Anxious, yet confident, John stated, “Mr. Bailey, I apologize but we can begin without Mr. Mendoza. He’s running a little late. Once he arrives, he will take over the session. I hope you don’t mind.”

With a perturbed look, Roderick half-smiled and replied, “Sure. I’m fine with that.”

He then pulled down his shirt as a sign he was ready to begin the briefing session. John watched the awkward ritual. Once he sensed Roderick was ready, John began.

“Mr. Bailey, I understand that some time in 1996 or 1997, Analysis, Inc. entered in a technology transfer agreement with the patent holders and then entered into a licensing agreement with its sister company, A.C.T., related to technical information for a chemotherapy drug originally discovered by….”

John searched his legal pad filled with handwritten notes for the professor’s name, frantically flipping the pages and looking at any sticky notes attached. Despite his valiant efforts, he couldn’t locate the name.

Robin tapped his shoulder and interjected, “I believe it was Professor Farrokh Shirvani.”

“Yes, Professor… Dr. Shirvani,” Roderick confirmed as he glanced towards Robin with a sense of relief.

“Now as President and CEO of Analysis were you aware if the company earned any royalties from the chemotherapy drug before it was licensed to its sister company?” John’s question was geared towards understanding if there were unearned profits retained by their client. Any such profits should have been distributed to the patent holders and would be the subject of the current lawsuit.

“No, no, no. That’s not how it works. Analysis, Inc. doesn’t license any patents. We merely invest in patents and obtain rights from our clients. A.C.T. does that. A.C.T. markets the patents to pharmaceutical companies interested in selling the drug. Analysis serves as an accountant and pays out the royalties. So we don’t earn royalties for ourselves. We just receive a monthly fee to facilitate payment of the royalties to the interested parties,” Roderick explained with an undertone of frustration.

“I see,” John reluctantly admitted. “My understanding is that the general counsel for A.C.T., Nicholas Decker, testified at his deposition last month that most of the royalties earned for the chemotherapy drug were transferred to other parties, including the inventor, Dr. Shirvani, the University of Minnesota, and the two mining companies that contributed to the drug’s invention.”

“That’s correct. Analysis paid those entities including A.C.T. We… I mean A.C.T., did not receive any profits it wasn’t entitled to. Neither did A.C.T. sell the drug’s technical information,” Roderick confidently reported.

“Excuse me,” Robin said as she looked towards John for approval. He nodded. “Jackson Matthews, one of the mining companies, also alleges that A.C.T. failed to pay it royalties for the chemotherapy drug it developed.”

“I assure you as I assured Mr. Mendoza that Analysis did not underpay royalties to Jackson Matthews or anyone else for that matter. I know they claim we only paid them half their royalty payment but that’s just not true. The drug was not profitable for nearly a decade. It wasn’t earning nearly as much money as they claim. A.C.T. did the best to market it when we first obtained the patent, but once clinical trials ended, then it really took off. Doctors were more willing to prescribe it. We made money, of course. But so did Jackson Matthews and the other mining company. They can’t deny that.”

Mr. Bailey's voice was exasperated. As he was about to continue, Daniel Mendoza hurriedly entered the office. His suit jacket was held tightly underneath his left arm while he held his briefcase in his right hand.

“I’m so sorry, Rod. I apologize. I lost track of time. I had another client meeting in Kensington. I’m so sorry. I hope Robin and John have taken care of you in my absence. John…Robin.”

Daniel nodded to his associates as he sat down next to them.

“Yes, they did,” Roderick acknowledged.

Daniel immediately recognized that Roderick was perturbed due to the late arrival. Nevertheless, Daniel wanted to get to the point so he could focus on the next day’s legal activities.

“Rod, as you know, we’re in London because Dr. Shirvani’s deposition is tomorrow. You’ve met Dr. Shirvani. Haven’t you?”

“Yes, years ago when he first invented the drug.”

“I’m glad that you came for the deposition. You didn’t have to. Your presence here will assist my legal team. We appreciate that. Robin and John, I presume, have asked you questions about his background and his affiliations. We have several other depositions this week including ones from the foundation and the cancer center. I hope you booked an extended stay,” Daniel asked as he finally became comfortable with his surroundings.

“Oh, I did. I’m here the entire time,” Roderick assured Daniel.

“It’s up to you if you want to attend all of the depositions or just some. But the most important one is Dr. Shirvani. He’s Jackson Matthews’ key witness in London. The other depositions are just fact witnesses for background just because the parties are here. We can save travel expenses by doing them all at once.”

John and Robin looked on as Daniel took charge of the meeting. It took the burden off of them. Rightfully so. Their role was more supportive. At least that was what Daniel promised them.

“How long will his deposition be? I hope to get in some … well… some sightseeing. I brought my family with me too,” Roderick sheepishly inquired. He'd been in London before but traveled to the depositions to avoid the extreme summer heat of Tucson, Arizona. Daniel couldn’t blame him for that. The depositions were perfectly timed.

“I can’t accurately predict how long the deposition will be. Jackson Matthews scheduled Dr. Shirvani’s deposition. I didn’t. I don’t know how many questions their attorney will have for him. I will have my questions and I presume the other mining company’s… Pluto Mining’s… attorney will want to ask him questions as well. So count on anywhere from six to eight hours. Maybe more,” Daniel answered.

“Really?”

Roderick was clearly disappointed.

“But as Daniel said, you’re not required to attend. If you prefer to leave the deposition early for whatever reason, that’s fine,” John interjected.

Pleased with that response, Roderick grinned.

“Good. Good. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

He rose from the table, shook all three attorneys’ hands, and promptly left the office.

“I’m sorry guys. Thanks for covering this for me,” Daniel said expressing his appreciation. “I owe you guys one.”

“And we’re going to collect,” Robin laughed as she spoke.

“Yeah, you promised the firm will pay for… you know… our excursions,” John insisted as he glanced at Robin for support of his blackmail attempt.

“Of course. They’re on the house,” Daniel agreed. “Too bad those expenses will be deducted from the firm’s revenue for purposes of calculating bonuses.”

Daniel grinned at his explanation after seeing their jaws drop.

4DEPOSITION

London

The Next Morning

“Dr. Shirvani, my name is James Goodwin and I represent Jackson Matthews Engineering, one of the mining companies that invented the chemotherapy drug at issue in a lawsuit that was filed in Tucson, Arizona…”

“Yes, I know them…”

“We are here for your deposition today,” Mr. Goodwin continued. “I presume that your attorneys have told you about what I call the admonitions. Those are the rules of a deposition. So I won’t repeat them today. We have a lot of topics to cover.”

“Deposition? What is that?” Dr. Shirvani asked as he nervously looked towards the British barrister, Jessica Chance, who was assigned to defend him at the deposition. “I don’t understand.”

Jessica Chance curtly smiled and was about to respond to his question before she was quickly interrupted by James Goodwin.

“Fair enough. That is a good question, Dr. Shirvani. A deposition is what we’re doing today. I’m asking you questions with a court reporter transcribing everything that we’re saying. As you know, even though this is an informal setting… I believe the law offices of your attorneys… you were sworn to tell the whole truth just as if you’re testifying at a court of law before a judge and jury. Do you understand that?”

Dr. Shirvani reluctantly nodded.

“Dr. Shirvani, just in case you forget, you have to give me verbal responses today. Say ‘yes’ or ‘no’. The court reporter can’t take down that you’re nodding or shaking your head. Okay?”

“Yes, I apologize.”

“No, need to apologize. Can you please state your full name for the record,” Mr. Goodwin asked politely as a way to lighten the mood and put the witness at ease.

“My name is Dr. Farrokh Reza Shirvani.”

“Thank you. This is normally when I ask a witness if I can call them by their first name, but because you’re a well-known prestigious scientist, I prefer to call you Dr. Shirvani during the deposition. Is that okay with you?”

“Yes, sir.”

Unexpectedly, Dr. Shirvani cracked a smile. His first smile that morning.

Feeling like he was connecting with the witness, James continued, “Dr. Shirvani, can you give me a brief description of your educational and employment background.”

“Most certainly. I received my doctorate at the University of London. Before that, I received my undergraduate degree at the University of Paris. I previously worked at the Chester Beatty Institute. Currently, I am a director at the British Cancer Research Institute. I’m also an adjunct professor at the University of Minnesota.”

“Thank you for a concise answer,” James affirmed. “Doctor, I would like to switch to the topic for today’s deposition. Can you please explain the history of the chemotherapy drug you eventually developed?”

“The drug that I developed… along with Dr. Charles Huether and Dr. Anna Lubarski… is the third-generation chemotherapy drug which originally got its start in the 1950s….”

Dr. Shirvani testified how the original researchers in the United States found that nitrogen mustard reduced the size of tumors in mice and how early clinical tests confirmed the result. British scientists then altered the chemistry of the nitrogen mustard resulting in a more effective anti-cancer drug.

“The problem with the first-generation drug was the severe side effects,” Dr. Shirvani continued. “By the 1960s, there was a second-generation chemotherapy drug that was just as effective but with significantly reduced side effects. In the late 1990s, my team in conjunction with the University of Minnesota was tasked with creating a third-generation chemotherapy drug. One that had the same mild side effects, but which was more potent to aggressive cancers like lung cancer and prostate cancer.”

“Dr. Shirvani, have you and your team won any awards for your work on the third-generation drug?” James asked.

“Well, we’ve been considered for numerous prestigious awards, but my competing colleagues in other areas have unfortunately won… I mean…”

“James, we’ve been going for about an hour. Can we take a break?” Jessica Chance asked as her client looked crosswise at the interruption.

“Sure, I’m fine with that if everyone else is,” James proclaimed. He looked at the other attorneys in the conference room.

The attorney for Pluto Mining Services, Amy Harbinger, gave her consent.

“I’m also fine with that,” Daniel Mendoza added.

Daniel Mendoza along with John Davis and Robin Blake exited the conference room with their client, Roderick Bailey. They walked down the long hallway to a secluded area of the law firm. Daniel’s hands were in his pocket as he walked. It was a sign of fatigue which he tried to hide from the others.

“This is going to take forever,” Roderick exclaimed. The frustration was easily recognizable in his voice.

“Yeah, that’s why I approximated six to eight hours,” Daniel said before he realized how Roderick could consider his response condescending.

“Mr. Bailey, if you’d like, I can ask the firm for a separate conference room so we can discuss the other upcoming depositions,” Robin suggested in the hopes of distracting the client from the mundane legal work. Attorneys were already accustomed to long hours of boring work. Clients, however, were not and still believed the exciting premise of law as seen on television and in the movies.

“I’m tired of meetings. I just wish I can… never mind,” Roderick replied as he looked at his watch and grabbed his cellphone. He walked away from the group to make a quick phone call.

The witness, attorneys, and other attendees returned to the conference room to resume the deposition. Dr. Shirvani walked to a credenza to pour himself a glass of water. He then sat at the head of the conference room table otherwise affectionately known as the “hot seat” by attorneys.

After the court reporter placed her hands on the stenograph machine, James Goodwin continued with the deposition.

“Dr. Shirvani, before the break, we discussed the accolades that your team was nominated for. I would like to switch topics to the clinical trials that were conducted both here in Great Britain and in the United States.”

“Counselor, I am going to object to this line of questioning,” Jessica interjected before a question was forthcoming. “The clinical trials are totally irrelevant to this royalty dispute case.”

“I join in the objection,” Ms. Harbinger added, not quite sure if it was in her client’s interest to object. She intuitively wanted to hear James’ explanation, not having spoken to him about Dr. Shirvani’s deposition prior to traveling to London.

“Counselor, your client has no standing to object during these proceedings. Dr. Shirvani is merely a witness and isn’t a party to the lawsuit,” James explained hoping to quickly quash the issue.

“I respectfully disagree,” Jessica faced James so that they could more easily have a dialogue. “Dr. Shirvani is a patent holder. Any information you want him to disclose about the clinical trials is confidential and privileged. He certainly has rights he can protect whether he is a party or not.”

“I plan on asking similar questions about the clinical trials during the other depositions in this case,” James clarified as he watched the other attorneys in the room react to the last-minute disclosure.

Daniel Mendoza patiently waited for the two attorneys to verbally duke it out before inserting himself in the discussion.

“If that is your position, then I’m going to instruct my client not to answer any questions regarding the clinical trials,” Jessica said as she looked towards Dr. Shirvani to ease his concerns.

“You give me no choice but to involve the judge in this discovery dispute,” he said resigned to the inevitable.

“Go ahead. I’m confident that the judge will agree with my position.”

5DISPUTE

London

Several Hours Later

“Looks like we’re finally able to get a hold of the judge. He’s now on the line,” James Goodwin’s associate attorney, Brett Bauer, explained as he covered the speaker on his phone while trying to grab the other attorneys’ attention. “Yes, your honor. I apologize. I understand it’s only 4 a.m. in Tucson, but the discovery dispute we have needs to be resolved so we can proceed with Dr. Shirvani’s deposition today and the other depositions this week in London, your honor.”

Brett’s heart raced as he spoke not only from the adrenaline from speaking with the judge but also from finally getting a resolution after several hours of desperately trying to locate the judge assigned to the royalty case.

Judge Rogelio Gutierrez was an old-school judge. Hard-nosed, stubborn, and unyielding. He was a federal judge originally appointed in Southern California. But after nearly twenty years of serving as a judge, scandal hit. The judge was arrested for taking bribes from some of the parties who appeared before him. Although the federal bar’s ethics committee found the charges were valid and suspended him, Judge Gutierrez appealed the decision to the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals. After his suspension was overturned, he was reassigned to the federal courthouse in Tucson, Arizona. One of the first cases he was assigned was the royalty case.

The attorneys in the conference room in London could hear the judge’s groggy voice as he was added to the conference line. Background noises indicated he was at home with his wife. Once or twice, a dog yelped out of excitement and was quickly hushed.

“Good morning, we are here for a discovery dispute in the case of Jackson Matthews Engineering, et al. v. Analysis, Inc. Can counsel please announce their presence beginning with the plaintiffs?”

“Good morning, your honor. James Goodwin and Brett Bauer on behalf of Plaintiff, Jackson Matthews”

“Good morning, your honor. Amy Harbinger on behalf of Plaintiff, Pluto Mining Services.”

“Good morning, your honor. Daniel Mendoza, John Davis, and Robin Blake on behalf of Defendant, Analysis, Inc.”

“Thank you, counsel…,” Judge Gutierrez said, anxious to resolve the issue and get back to sleep.

“Excuse me, your honor, but this is Jessica Chance with Saddington and Chance in London. I represent Dr. Shirvani who is the deponent in today’s deposition. I will be addressing today’s discovery dispute because it involves my client.”

“Thank you, counselor. Are there any other attorneys who need to announce their presence at this telephonic discovery dispute hearing?” the judge asked patiently waiting for a response before he continued.

“James Goodwin, your honor. No, all parties and counsel are present.”

“Then let’s proceed,” the judge announced as he slurped some coffee, gingerly swirling the cup to enhance its flavor. “Please tell me what was so important the parties had to wake me up so early in the morning during my beauty sleep.”

Fortunately, for the attorneys, they couldn’t see his perturbed demeanor despite his seemingly jovial attitude.

“James Goodwin, your honor. I apologize for disturbing you. As Ms. Chance noted, we are deposing Dr. Farrokh Shirvani. He is one of the patent holders of the chemotherapy drug at issue in this royalty dispute case. We would like to question Dr. Shirvani regarding the clinical trials preceding the issuance of the patent. To our understanding and belief, your honor, these clinical trials are still continuing even to this day. We believe this is relevant and addresses the issue of the amount of royalties owed which affects the plaintiffs’ damages, both of them.”

“Ms. Chance. I would like to hear your position on this,” Judge Gutierrez inquired.

“Well, your honor. We believe this is totally irrelevant. Dr. Shirvani’s elicited testimony will address confidential and privileged issues as to the efficacy of the chemotherapy drug as well as the procedures utilized during the clinical trials which will reveal some of the drug’s technical information. The technical information is also protected, your honor.”

“Your honor. If I may… this is James Goodwin… I can narrowly tailor the questions to minimize the disclosure of technical information. I think this will appease Ms. Chance and her client.”

“Your honor, Jessica Chance. I don’t think that goes far enough. The mere fact my client has to testify about the clinical trials themselves isn’t only a disclosure of confidential technical information but also breaches his non-disclosure agreement with the parties involved in this lawsuit as well as non-parties.”

“Your honor, we’re willing to waive any such breach,” James quickly interjected.

“And Pluto Mining? Will you waive any breach?” the judge asked.

“Your honor, Amy Harbinger. My client isn’t present at this deposition. I haven’t had time to speak with my client. I hadn’t anticipated this issue arising. So I’m unable to answer at this time one way or the other whether Pluto Mining will waive any breach.”

“I understand it’s early in the morning in the U.S. Are you able to get a hold of your client like you were able to get a hold of me?” Judge Gutierrez’s sarcastic tone was evident to all on the conference call.

“I will try, your honor,” Amy reluctantly agreed to appease the judge.

“Please do,” the judge insisted.

“Your honor, Jessica Chance again. Even if both plaintiffs waive any such breach that doesn’t prevent my client from being sued by the non-parties to the lawsuit like the other patent holders, the University of Minnesota, and the other inventors. I reiterate my objections, your honor, on that basis.”

“I understand, Ms. Chance. This isn’t Burger King. You don’t get it your way. This is what I’m going to rule. Plaintiffs may depose Dr. Shirvani as to the clinical trials. His deposition will be sealed and can only be used in this lawsuit, either at another deposition or at trial. Dr. Shirvani would’ve only disclosed any confidential information to entities that already have access to the information anyway.”

“Thank you, your honor,” James smirked as he replied. “I have a clarification if I may. Can your honor also rule the plaintiffs can also ask any other deponents, including the other witnesses here in London, about the clinical trials? We would like to avoid any discovery disputes in the future as to this issue.”

“The court so rules. I will have my judicial assistant send out a minute entry order with today’s ruling so the parties can have it available should the other witnesses’ attorneys raise this issue in a future deposition.”

“Thank you, your honor,” James said as he boastfully turned to Ms. Chance with an unending smile he couldn’t hold back.

“Is there anything else the parties would like me to address this early morning?” the judge goaded as if he was scolding the attorneys and implicitly challenging them not to bring up any additional issues.

One by one, all of the attorneys responded in the negative.

“With that, we are adjourned. Good day, counsel.”

The call abruptly ended.

After the hearing, Jessica Chance walked out of the conference room with Dr. Shirvani to speak to him alone before his deposition continued.

6SYMPTOMS

London

Twenty Minutes Later

Roderick Bailey poured himself a large glass of cold water and turned to the group of individuals encircling the conference room table as the break ended. “Anyone want a refill?”

Most of the attorneys shook their heads in response.

“I would like some,” Dr. Shirvani nervously said as he lifted his glass further indicating his desire.

“Sure.”

Roderick walked to the front of the table, replenished the water in the witness’s glass, and left the pitcher by his side.

“In case you want some more,” Roderick added. He then sat down next to his attorneys at the far left of the room.

James Goodwin hurriedly scanned the room. All of the attorneys were seated, had their legal pads out, and were ready to take notes of the upcoming testimony now that the judge ruled on the discovery dispute.