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
Mr. Hockings whose face had gone back to being relaxed before suddenly went back to its panicked form. His fingers clenched into a tight fist, a fist he would so badly like to bury into Keith Thompson's face. This man was proving to be such a thorn in his side. The judge sat up straight with a deep sigh, “Does what you have to talk about have anything to do with what has just been concluded now, Mr. Thompson?”Keith shrugged, pleased to see the frightened look on the face of the Hockings, not even their lawyer was excluded from the fright. He had intentionally let the issue with the illegal getting of properties slide because that was not how he wanted them all to go down, if the Hockings were to go into ruins then it would be because the world would see them for their terrible and disgusting actions, see behind the facade they have built for themselves. They would be crashing down so hard that it would be extremely difficult to ever get back home.The judge took a long and hard star
Camila sat stiffly on her seat with her lips graced with a sad look, this was her first time hearing Keith Thompson story, on a more sincere side she thought she would never be able to hear the side of the story from his side. Of course, she had been very desperate for his side and her insides would itch for her to ask him but she never would complete the attempt to do so, always scared to ruin his mood or that she would cause him another form of pain by making him retell the story she supposed that already did enough to break him when he gave it thoughts, so she would always give up on her attempts to ask afraid that he would also get angry at her and consider her inconsiderate, so she never really asked. But as Keith stood behind the cubicle with his eyes locked with his ex-wife as he retold the story of how she and her family broke his heart and trust, Camila could hear hints of sadness in his voice and his face held some heartbreak although properly hidden behind his facade of a
Keith let out a short smile, “Well it's not my fault that my company subordinates want no involvement with you.” Mr. Hockings paled, “Your company?” Keith scoffed, “Yes, Mr. Hockings, my company. Apparently, there had been some grumbles going on in my company concerning the partnership with your company, so I held a meeting with my board of directors and the majority carried the votes so we had to let you go. But you should not even be this bold to talk, especially with what you did to my subordinate.” Mr. Hockings flinched, recalling what he had done when he found out about getting kicked out. He glanced briefly at the judge and panic rose from the pit of his belly seeing that the judge was paying keen attention to what Keith had to say next. He cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the judge, and then he spoke, “I apologize for what happened with your subordinate, Thompson but I was just irrational due to the anger I felt at that time, but once again I apologize for the
Once everyone in the court was settled back down, the judge immediately rushed out of his seat to meet the bald man halfway, with his head bowed so low that it was clear to everybody that whoever this new figure was, he was going to be a man of high power. The bald man accompanied by the judge was moved to a private section of the court, where he got a better view of the courthouse. “Sir, I apologize for not noticing you sooner or you would have announced you sooner, sir,” the judge said with his head still bowed in reference. The hair at the back of his neck was standing straight in alert and a bead of sweat trailed down his forehead to the side of his face. The bald man nodded as he continued to take in the view of the court.The judge cleared his throat in an attempt to get the man's attention, “Uhh sir, why didn't you tell me about you visiting sir? I would have prepared specially for your coming.”The bald man rolled his eyes, then placed his suitcase on the table before him, s