Mr. Hockings’ jaw clenched tightly together, as he tried to control his temper and glare at the stupid judge before him. He wanted to get out of this hellhole called a courthouse and get his hand on the stupid Mark Thomas who was ruining everything for him with his stupid big mouth. He forcefully took his gaze off the judge and met the gaze of his lawyer, Mr. Roger who was already staring at him with a look filled with questions and confusion, and a pointed look that said he was in trouble with the man later. Mr. Hockings knew why his lawyer was giving him such a stare like that. Mr. Roger had talked to him when he had asked him to take up the case, and his lawyer had told him to tell him everything, both the truth and the lies, everything that could change the fate of the hearing but from the look of surprise on Mr. Roger's face one could tell Mr. Hockings hadn't obeyed the instruction.The judge turned his attention to Mark, “Continue Mark,” he ordered.Mark nodded eagerly, “As I wa
The judge nodded as he scanned through the papers displayed in front of him while everyone in the court watched curiosity about what the judge's decision would be with the new change of events. But unlike the rest of the people, Mr. Hockings was currently in a corner at the end of the court with Sheila, Frank, and the lawyer Mr. Roger, with all their attention on Sheila's pacing father. They had taken an excuse for a private decision while Mark had been presenting his documents.“This is bad, really bad,” Frank moaned under his breath running his fingers through his hair. It was true that he didn't know who Mark was but he was not oblivious of what he had accused Mr. Hockings of. He was involved, so very much involved it had been his men who had been the cause of the man that had threatened Mr. Hockings. If this matter was to be investigated further then they would certainly be able to link it to him and he would be doomed, going downhill with the Hockings.Sheila glared at him, “Coul
Mr. Hockings growled, “Just ungrateful idiots. I did everything for everyone's good and this is how they had to repay me.”Sheila raised her head and her gaze met with Frank, who was also looking at her with a similar look of mockery at the words her father had just uttered. Sheila lowered her head again when she felt a smile begin to lift at the corner of her lips to avoid another directed anger towards her again. Her father was so good at acting like a Marty when he was nothing but a sneaky and coy person underneath, but no one was ready to tell him that to his face so they all just watched and twitched noses at him behind his back.Although, Sheila's father never really involved her much in anything that had to with his business, always claiming it had nothing to do with her, and every time she would complain about her father's claims it was not the same today, because today Sheila was not complaining, she was over joyous, in fact beyond joyous. Yes, she had been well aware of her
Keith tapped his feet impatiently against the ground with his fingers clasped together and placed beneath his chin to support his head. What was taking Mr. Hockings and his lawyers so long and even the judge, his eyes darted quickly to the judge on his high seat still going through the papers that Mark had presented him earlier which gave Mr. Hockings to be able to leave and discuss whatever with his lawyer. What annoyed him the most was how long the judge was taking to judge something so out in the open and obvious. The Hockings were guilty, what else was there to contemplate?Keith stiffened in surprise when he felt a hand on his back, he quickly tore his gaze off the judge and over his shoulder. He relaxed a bit when he found out it was Camila who he had honestly forgotten was seated beside him. Camila's eyes were not as bright as they usually were, and he suspected it had something to do with the lines of stress that wore under her eyes and creased her forehead. She should be at h
Mr. Hockings stepped out of the corner he and the people who had gone along with him had been cooped up moments earlier before the interruption of the cop. The courthouse was quiet, too quiet that if a pin were to drop at the moment it would be loud enough for everyone to know. He reached for his tie, tugging it down before loosening another button on his shirt, suddenly feeling too hot. His eyes darted quickly to the exit of the courthouse and for a second he thought of running away, so far away and never looking back crossed his mind but he caught a glimpse of the police officer stalking closely behind him like he could hear his thoughts. Mr. Hockings took his gaze off the annoying officer and back to the courthouse, taking in the place like it were his first time seeing it. Although, his face was stern and harsh looking like it would always look like most of the time, underneath Mr. Hockings was a nervous wreck, with sweaty palms and a pounding heart against his chest, one would e
Mr. Roger cleared his throat, suddenly feeling choked, he reached down for his suit buttons and snapped them open. “Your honor_,” Mr. Roger began but trailed off, not entirely sure what he should say anymore. He did not want to annoy the judge and look bad before him but he also did not want to look like he was going against the Hockings that would only cause him nothing but pain and suffering_ but the final line would be death. All it took was one look from the judge to make him snap his mouth shut.“After all the evidence presented before me by Mark Thomas and the words of the accused, it is obvious that Mr. Hockings was not only guilty for the illegal acquisition of properties but also responsible for fraud.” The judge stated, moving to pick up the gravel placed on his desk. “All we need now is for Mark Thomas to press charges alongside the other victims of Mr. Hockings’ unfair treatment, then a full investigation could be carried out to shed more light on the case.”Mark Thomas n
"But that is not a reason for the decrease,” Mr. Roger scoffed.“Indeed it doesn't look like it, but,"Mr. Hockings growled impatiently, “Just speak up, what's with all the buts?” The judge sat up in attention with a frown on his face, “I am surprised you have such audacity to talk especially considering you are not in the position to be doing any talking and much less yelling.”Mr. Hockings' jaw clenched, damn he had forgotten he was not completely off the hook yet. Indeed, this useless employee of his had decided not to press charges for what he had done because he was trying to act like a Marty but none of that was his concern, he did not care what could have been the real reason Mark didn't press charges but what was of more importance was that he would be getting scot free, surely his reputation would be greatly affected but there is nothing that could not be handled with just the right amount of time and money. But first, once he got out he was going to make sure he took care o
Mark Thomas stood behind the cubicle, chewing mercilessly on his bottom lip, nervously, picking on his nails. He glanced at Mr. Thompson once again and saw he was in a deep conversation with his girlfriend, Miss. Camila, both oblivious of the judge's stare at them, or maybe they both knew and were just ignoring it. He mumbled a silent prayer to God, praying that this case would end up going in their favor and that he had not said anything wrong to implicate his helper. He had expected the judge to look at Mr. Thompson with an impressed look, concerning what he had just narrated to the court. Sincerely, he thought the judge would react how he and the other wronged workers had reacted when they had of Mr. Thompson's great plan to help them, it was not every rich man that was nice and considerate and not stuck up and selfish, a good example of the latter was his boss_ well ex-boss, since it was obvious he would never be able to go back to work under Mr. Hockings, ever again. He sneaked