Long Table (Deposition Room)

Long table stretches commandingly through the deposition room, its polished surface reflecting stark overhead lights as observers cram its edges, shoulders hunched in rapt silence. Donna Moss perches at one end, voice taut affirming her oath, while Cliff Calley leans forward from the opposite side, his measured cadence slicing across the expanse to hammer home perjury's bite—wood groans faintly under collective tension, scarred edges bearing silent witness to unraveling truths.