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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Directed Verdict about American, Saudi, Arabia with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense.. Start with the sentence 'A martyred American missionary'.
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conversations.value: A martyred American missionary. A case with David and Goliath odds. One lawyer willing to challenge an entire nation. *** In Saudi Arabia, two American missionaries are targeted by the infamous religious police-the Muttawa. The man is tortured and killed, his wife arrested on trumped-up charges before being deported to the U.S. Compelled by her story, attorney Brad Carson files an unprecedented civil rights suit against Saudi Arabia and the ruthless head of the Muttawa. But the suit unleashes powerful forces that will stop at nothing to vindicate the Arabian kingdom. Witnesses disappear, jurors are bribed-even Brad's team may have been infiltrated. As Brad navigates a maze of treachery and deception, he gambles his case, his career, and the lives of those he loves-including brilliant co-counsel Leslie Connors-on the ability of his team to bring justice to one family and alter the course of international law.
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conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Directed Verdict
  She was not just qualified; she was also prepared. The prior night she had driven two hours to Norfolk so she could spend another night rehearsing her testimony with Brad and Leslie. They had run through several mock cross-examinations, but the lawyers couldn't put a dent in her testimony. Brad finally declared her bulletproof and sent her back to Richmond. She planned to return again tomorrow—Friday morning—and wait in the hallway outside the courtroom until she was called to testify.
  For that reason, the message she received at the hospital at 3:30 on Thursday afternoon was both a disappointment and a surprise. Her assistant said someone from Brad Carson's office had called and indicated they might not need her to testify after all. According to the caller, she should check her e-mail as soon as possible, where she would find a full explanation.
  Anxious to know what was happening, and knowing it would take thirty minutes to get from the hospital to her office, Shelhorse asked her assistant to log on and retrieve any messages from Carson & Associates.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about looking.
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conversations.value: Directed Verdict
  She was not just qualified; she was also prepared. The prior night she had driven two hours to Norfolk so she could spend another night rehearsing her testimony with Brad and Leslie. They had run through several mock cross-examinations, but the lawyers couldn't put a dent in her testimony. Brad finally declared her bulletproof and sent her back to Richmond. She planned to return again tomorrow—Friday morning—and wait in the hallway outside the courtroom until she was called to testify. She was looking forward to it; she had so much to say. 
  For that reason, the message she received at the hospital at 3:30 on Thursday afternoon was both a disappointment and a surprise. Her assistant said someone from Brad Carson's office had called and indicated they might not need her to testify after all. According to the caller, she should check her e-mail as soon as possible, where she would find a full explanation. 
  Anxious to know what was happening, and knowing it would take thirty minutes to get from the hospital to her office, Shelhorse asked her assistant to log on and retrieve any messages from Carson & Associates.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: She saw a figure open the driver's door and step out into the wind and rain. She put the car in gear, ready to leave in a hurry. Cars flew by, casting long shadows off the silhouette moving toward her. The walk, the build, the posture, the way he carried himself—it was all Brad!
  She exhaled and pried her hands off the wheel. She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath. She put the car in park and jumped out, without even putting on her fleece, and started toward him. They met between the two vehicles, with the glare of the headlights in her eyes, the sound of cars rushing by on the interstate, the rain pelting them, and the wind blasting them. They stood there for a split second, her hair dripping wet and hanging in her face, her sweater quickly soaking through. She watched the rain pouring off his chin and onto his Windbreaker.
  She had rehearsed in her mind over and over what she would say if she ever got caught. How she would act. How he would respond. But now that the moment was here, all those strategies seemed useless, lost deep in the gaze of his confused and hurting pale blue eyes.
  He shook his head. Slowly at first, then with more determination. He held up a palm to stop her approach.
  Brad brushed her aside and continued his tirade. "I have listened to you. I've listened to you through this whole case." He paused, stuttering for the right words. "You... Leslie... I saw you with my own eyes... my own eyes! There's no explaining that."
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conversations.value: Give me the last paragraph.
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conversations.value: There was cursing and a third barrage of shots as Rachel dove to the floor, crawling quickly behind the anchor desk—a fancy acrylic fixture that certainly wouldn't stop a bullet. In the chaos, she looked over to see Lisa, wide-eyed with fear, her fist to her mouth, a silent sob.