By Zephyria 
I bought a newspaper from the newsstand and visibly furrowed my brow.
There are too many conscienceless bastards in the world.
I stared at the large title on the front page for a while before quickly scanning the article. It was exactly as I expected. His testimony, full of excuses and lies from beginning to end, was so disgusting that it made my stomach churn, but I endured and read it all the way through.
“You rotten bastard.”
Eventually, a curse burst out of my mouth. The dead can’t speak, but how dare he desecrate the deceased like this? He killed him himself!
Although it was a low voice, a passerby who heard the harsh curse turned around in surprise. I gave a short smile as if nothing had happened. She blinked, smiled back, and hurried on her way. I immediately changed my expression and moved on.
This kind of bastard should be fed cyanide. If he’s not at least thrown in jail for life, society will become more corrupt.
I walked quickly with the crumpled newspaper in one hand. As I approached the courthouse, the reporters who were standing around buzzing discovered me.
“Ah, there! Prosecutor Chrissy Jin!”
“Here, this way!”
“Please look over here!”
I ignored the reporters who were rushing towards me and walked busily. But the reporters, as always, didn’t give up easily.
“Have you seen the claims of Jonathan Davis’s lawyer? What do you think?”
“He is currently pleading not guilty. Is the testimony certain?”
“Isn’t the witness also being questioned about the credibility of his testimony? How will the witness’s credibility affect the jurors?”
“Davis Pharmaceuticals says they will use all means to prove his innocence. How is the prosecution preparing?”
I let the flood of questions flow in one ear and out the other, just walking. Just as I was about to enter the building, someone suddenly shouted from behind.
“They’ve hired Miller Law Firm for the defense. Do you think you can win?”
For the first time, I turned around. Immediately, the shutters of cameras started clicking everywhere. I looked around at them once with a blank face and then opened my mouth.
“I only have one thing to say.”
Everyone held their breath and waited for the next words. I added coldly.
“Justice is fair to everyone.”
With those words, I went inside the building. I could hear the buzzing again from behind, but I didn’t look back anymore.
***
“Hey, Chrissy. It was noisy from the morning.”
With a lively greeting, my colleague Doug came into the office. Unlike me, who was frantically looking through documents, he walked in leisurely with a mug of coffee in one hand. I was used to him readily perching his butt on the desk, so I reached out and snatched his coffee, bringing it to my mouth.
Doug looked at me blankly, seemingly flustered by the sudden situation. I didn’t even look at him, took a sip of coffee, and handed the cup back. Doug laughed briefly in disbelief. Doug, who continued to drink his coffee as if nothing had happened, opened his mouth.
“Is work going well?”
“Well, so-so.”
I said nonchalantly and rubbed my tired eyes.
“The opponent is so strong that I can’t let my guard down. ……I have to stay focused until the end.”
“If they’re choosing Miller Law Firm, they’re determined too.”
Doug, who patted my shoulder as if he felt sorry for me, asked lightly.
“But shouldn’t you have done some kind of press conference? It would help with your promotion later. And your term is almost over, isn’t it? You have to get reappointed too.”
I didn’t answer. Doug suggested to me, who was just staring at the documents.
“If you’re feeling overwhelmed, tell me. I’ll help you.”
I raised my head and looked up at him. His smiling face was half serious and half joking. The wall clock behind Doug pointed to 8:30. The assistant prosecutor will be here after 9 o’clock.
“……Close the door and come here.”
As I watched Doug get up from the desk and go to the door, I expressionlessly loosened my tie.