Gemotions

The stale air of the courtroom felt heavy, stifling. The legal fees were crushing Mr. Lee. His own job, the last one available to him, was at stake. He had to win this case, and the odds were stacked against him.

A small, intricately carved wooden box was delivered to his office. No return address. The box held a collection of beautifully crafted pens.

"Mr. Lee, you taught me the power of words. Fight for what’s right. - Kevin." Tucked beneath the pens was a check, enough to cover his immediate expenses. He gripped the box tightly, a surge of adrenaline coursing through him. He knew he could do it.