š„ The Court š„ (With Moses)
The Mona High Court of Justice was packedālawyers, reporters, jurors, and spectators squeezed into every corner, drawn by the scandal, the names involved, and the media frenzy surrounding it.
Moses walked into the courtroom in silence, his head held high, his fingers adjusting his tie with quiet precision.
Eyes everywhere.
Goodā¦ let them look.
His steps were measuredānot rushed, not slowājust enough to command attention. His gaze swept across the room, briefly catching the flashes of cameras.
Noise. Judgment. Hypocrisy.
All of them pretending to care about justice.
"You're late."
Mr. Johnson's voice cut through his thoughts.
"Good morning to you, Johnson,"
Moses replied smoothly, taking his seat and placing his suitcase down.
"I can't afford to lose this case," Johnson muttered.
Moses didn't look at him immediately.
Of course you can't.
Men like you never loseā¦ not if I'm involved.
"Don't worry. Everything has been taken care of."
Johnson scoffed.
"That's what you said at the first trial."
Moses removed his glasses slowly.
"You worry too much. Sit back and relaxāyou'll see."
Because whether you're guilty or notā¦ doesn't matter.
"Order! Order!"
The courtroom fell silent as the judge entered.
Moses stood with the others, his expression neutral.
Another performance begins.
When the charges were read, Moses barely reacted.
Molestation. Murder. A minor.
Heavy wordsā¦ easy to twist.
"Guilty or not guilty?"
"Not guilty," Johnson said.
Moses allowed the faintest smile.
Of course.
As the witness, Mrs. Williams, spoke, Moses watched her closely.
"I witnessed everythingā¦"
Fear in her voice.
Not lyingā¦ but truth isn't enough to win a case.
He rose.
"Do you have evidence?"
"Noā¦ butā"
Exactly.
"Then why didn't you report it?"
She faltered.
Moses stepped closer, his tone sharpening.
"My Lord, my client is being framed."
Break her confidence. Not her story.
When he mentioned her dismissal for theft, he saw itā
Thereā¦ hesitation.
"Do you have proof?" he pressed.
Silence.
And silence is as good as defeat.
"Or perhaps you killed her?"
Her shock rippled through the courtroom.
Push harder. Make them doubt everything.
"Objection!"
Moses exhaled slightly as the judge warned him.
Carefulā¦ don't overplay it.
When Johnson took the stand, Moses studied him briefly.
Calm. Too calm.
Either innocentā¦ or experienced.
"How old is your daughter?"
"Sixteen."
Moses nodded faintly.
Perfect.
"My Lord, how could a man harm someone his daughter's age?"
Sympathy wins faster than truth.
As Antonio challenged him, Moses reached into his suitcase.
Nowā¦ the real move.
"The bar was sold two years agoā¦"
He handed over the documents.
Paper defeats emotion. Always.
"The autopsy confirms poisoningā¦ a suicide."
A stir ran through the courtroom.
And just like thatā¦ the story changes.
"It's all a lie!"
Moses turned his head slightly toward the woman who stood screaming.
Her pain was raw. Real.
For a brief secondā
ā¦
Nothing.
No sympathy. No hesitation.
Pain doesn't win cases.
"Not guilty."
The words echoed.
Johnson smiled.
The woman broke.
"This is not justice!"
Moses remained still.
Justice?
There's no such thing here.
"Congratulationsāwe won," he said calmly.
"Let's celebrate!"
Moses shook his head.
"Be careful next time. I won't help you again."
Because next timeā¦ you might not be worth saving.
As he turned to leaveā
Smack!
The sting spread across his cheek.
"You bastard!"
Moses slowly looked at the woman.
Tears streamed down her face, her body shaking.
"Motherā¦" the boy whispered.
Moses exhaled.
"I'm not a bastard," he said quietly.
"And this is courtāthe winner takes it all."
And I always win.
"You will lose someone too!" she cried. "I curse you!"
For the first timeā
Moses paused.
Just for a second.
ā¦
Thenā
He walked away.
Face blank. Steps steady.
But deep insideā
Why did that feelā¦ different?
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