Once NC had read the submission, she would have called NHSF and DU to tell them that they are probably going to lose because NC has strung them up like a kipper on their own evidence.
Asked what alternatives they had, I can imagine JR saying, “not much really, except maybe … objectionable conduct”.
DU, grasping at straws as he watches his entire career go down the drain, all because he gets a stiffy funny feeling in private places at the thought of being in the laydees, eagerly asked, “what’s that?”
JR sighed, “Well, if SP had addressed you in a confrontational…” She barely got the whole word out before DU exclaimed, “That! Yes! She was rude and confrontational and all my feels were very hurty”, (damn right as his career as a doctor is going to be very short), “Do that! It’s my instruction!”
JR felt her heart sink. This was the third or fourth time, or, damn, she couldn’t remember how many times she had been on the losing side of a women’s rights case, (trans rights, she mentally corrected herself), and she was sick of it. Couldn’t this just be all over? Going with an amendment to a defence this late in the day was going to add days to the case. It was already nearly midnight and she’d be up for another couple of hours at least, researching the law for her application to the court.
”If those are your instructions?” she asked, hoping DU would change his mind.
”They are”, said DU, immensely pleased with himself. He was definitely going to win now against that uppity little nurse. How dare she challenge him, HIM. He’d showed her. He’d argued with her about his rights and forced her to back down and report him. He’d got her.
Disclaimer: All of this is completely imaginary and whimsical and not intended to imply anything about anyone.