The courtroom was a battlefield of flashing cameras and hushed whispers, but I had never been one to flinch under pressure. Power clashed here not in fists or weapons, but in measured words and razor-sharp arguments. The air was thick with the scent of polished wood and tension, the kind that settled deep in people's bones when they knew a reckoning was near.
I could feel the weight of their stares -reporters lining the back, their eyes hungry for a headline, the restless gallery buzzing with anticipation. Every seat was filled, yet all attention was on me. As it should be.
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