Pressure Has a Sound
Pressure sounds like silence after applause.
After Seth's arrest, my office felt heavier. Phones rang more often. Judges watched me longer. Power doesn't panic—but it notices.
Ben kissed my forehead before work, is gonna be okay, and am sure that this, you will win also just so you am always here to protect you and provide you with anything you want, I felt calm, all my life after my parents passed away I have only had my Uncle say this words to me, and I must say is sweet to have someone else also saying it to me, I just wish my parents are happy seeing me being loved by two men, I listen quietly as he kept reassuring me, I have always been a person of confident, I don't go to war without being prepared, I make sure I find even the must littlest evidence, I don't sleep on duty, but something always amazing, I have the best research term but I still can't find anything related to my parents dead, can't find the people involved like it was like everything dead along with them, all I know is that their dead is cause by few government officials and that the reason why I Chose to always appear in person each time I have a case with them, I make sure they spend all their lives in prison.
"Big day," he said.
I smiled. "They all are."
Working for a Legend
People think Ari Lock is cold.
She's not. She's infact the most nice person I ever seen she just lock up on the outside just to protect herself and is a thing that anyone who has experienced what she experienced will do.
She just burns inward.
I've seen her stay late to rewrite an argument she already won. Seen her send anonymous tuition payments to interns' families. She doesn't talk about kindness—but she practices it like law.
If she ever falls, this city will deserve the silence that follows, and the injustice that will baptise every innocent soul here, but one thing is sure, she can't fall not on my watch
The Second Layer
Seth talked.
Not names—structures.
Committees. Approvals. "Emergency protocols."
Her parents' security downgrade wasn't a decision. It was a vote.
That made it worse.
I stared at the board and whispered,
"I'm sorry, Ari."
Containment
I began closing doors.
Not violently. Strategically, given her some space to gather herself and clock back to work, I know she doesn't like others seeing her seen weak, So I respected her privacy moment, I already book an appointment with President Gideon and I will have to go in few minutes, so I quietly left leaving her with a text message, "babe I gotta go, I love you"
Men who owed me favors found themselves promoted—away from influence. Files disappeared into legality. Accounts went quiet.
The underground doesn't collapse, it only went on external war,
It doesn't retire.