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Jan. 31st, 2007
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prompt_a_dayHe stood there with an almost regal air about him. His back was a board straight, eye straight ahead. His hair was perfect. His jacket fell perfectly about his shoulders and the press in the pants of his $25,000 suit was so sharp you could slice bread with them. The platinum and diamond cufflinks at wrists sparkled and gleamed in the harsh lights of the room.
Beside him, the man he obviously was paying too much money for such incompetence fidgeted and shuffled papers. But he ignored the lackey. Instead his eyes were on the woman sitting before him. She was of middle age, somewhere between 45 and 68, her brown hair was pulled back in a severe knot at the back of her neck, and the black she wore did nothing for her complexion.
*Pity*, he thought to himself, *in other circumstances she could be rather attractive, in a penal code sort of way.*
The woman picked up a piece of paper and then looked at him.
“Mr. Pendecord, you stand here before this court charged with 47 counts of embezzlement, 23 counts of fraud, 12 counts of tax evasion and one count of flight to avoid arrest. How do you plead?”
Inwardly he sighed. He thought back to the meeting where he learned that it had all been discovered. The words his underling had said rang through his ears.
“I’m sorry, sir. I thought I had buried the evidence under so much red tape and so deep no one would ever find it”.
Pendecord looked up at the judge and blinked once. “Not guilty.”
He felt it to his core. He was not the guilty one. And when he was acquitted heads were going to roll and this time HE would bury the evidence himself.
Beside him, the man he obviously was paying too much money for such incompetence fidgeted and shuffled papers. But he ignored the lackey. Instead his eyes were on the woman sitting before him. She was of middle age, somewhere between 45 and 68, her brown hair was pulled back in a severe knot at the back of her neck, and the black she wore did nothing for her complexion.
*Pity*, he thought to himself, *in other circumstances she could be rather attractive, in a penal code sort of way.*
The woman picked up a piece of paper and then looked at him.
“Mr. Pendecord, you stand here before this court charged with 47 counts of embezzlement, 23 counts of fraud, 12 counts of tax evasion and one count of flight to avoid arrest. How do you plead?”
Inwardly he sighed. He thought back to the meeting where he learned that it had all been discovered. The words his underling had said rang through his ears.
“I’m sorry, sir. I thought I had buried the evidence under so much red tape and so deep no one would ever find it”.
Pendecord looked up at the judge and blinked once. “Not guilty.”
He felt it to his core. He was not the guilty one. And when he was acquitted heads were going to roll and this time HE would bury the evidence himself.
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Jan. 31st, 2007 04:20 pm
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