I am young, but I taught another younger lawyer the game....
She showed an immeasurable promise and what I mistook for impenetrable morality. I found proof that she knowingly aids corrupt elements currently under indictment for public corruption for her personal gain. I gave her the opportunity to explain to me how this could not possibly be what it looked like or at least a damn good excuse why it was exactly what it looked like. She was furious at me and not at all polite about frankly ... being caught. She had taken my methods and used them for far less than moral ends. I did not have time to teach her everything and she fell into the obvious traps for the corrupt I had set, but never imagined would snare her.
She threatened to try and turn it on me.
Others have tried and failed. That doesn't work well, and I explained exactly what I would be forced to do if she tried. The look on her face revealed that she had not anticipated I had considered that, was aware of said countermeasures and the counter to the countermeasure. I invited her to turn herself in so they would go easy on her. To put it mildly, she declined somewhat violently, though less physically forceful than she thought. The blow was and is emotional, and quite. It seems I cannot save her from herself. Failing to do so is quite a regret of mine.
I feel rather like Daedalus, watching Icarus fall.
God damn it. Eventually the prosecution are going to figure out who keeps sending them incriminating materials....
I believe I'm drunk, though there seems to be some of those pesky feelings hanging around. Sobriety seems to aid the perceptions causing the feelings.