Gemotions

The courtroom was a study in hushed tones and muted colors. David sat at the defense table, his tie slightly askew, his gaze fixed on the prosecution's lawyer. The man's words seemed to drone on, a repetitive monotone that tugged at David’s eyelids. He fought to stay alert, forcing himself to breathe deeply. His back ached from sitting, and his focus was failing. He rubbed his eyes, the pressure behind them increasing with each passing moment.

During a break, his assistant approached, her voice strained. "David? There's… there's someone here to see you. About the case files."

In a small anteroom, a lawyer from the opposing side sat, his face a grim mask. On the table, the same arguments, the same evidence, the same prepared defenses. The lawyer's words resonated with an uncanny familiarity. David felt the world tilt.