Within the dazzling capital, over the high walls of the courtroom, Mr. Claude Murfield sat in great anticipation. His sweaty fingers entangled, much to his discomfort. "Mr. Claude," a voice chirped from the countable audience. Claude Murfield raised his gaze, meeting the sudden intruder of his train of thought.
"I thought you said 9 pm," he said, pointing at his watch.
"This is two hours late," he lamented, but the man only waved his worries away. "You should know I am a busy man, Claude."
"Indeed," Claude sneered.
"Judge Kelliton, we have come to an agreement, and mind you, I am not the only one without something to gain and lose, so I advise you to stay punctual in the upcoming meetings." Judge Kelliton was not one who enjoyed self-criticism and assessment; however, the pay was greater than his pride.
"Certainly," he choked, his nails digging into his skin.
