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I fight with everything I have, using all my persuasive powers to sway the court.

I present false evidence, fake documents—everything I can to build his case. My hands curl into fists.

Now, the moment of dread—the results.

Here I sit, facing Elon, who looks infuriatingly calm, perusing some papers. The cocky bastard looking too damn relaxed.

"Ugh shit-"  a low groan from behind me— barely audible.

Was that... him?

I turn slightly, peeking out from the corner of my eye.

Heart skips a beat.

Jeon sits there— stern expression as usual—posture rigid, face like stone as always, jaw tight. Knuckles white around a file in his lap, No smirk. No threat in his eyes. Just… stillness.

Maybe—just maybe—he’s finally satisfied with how today went.

Maybe today, he won't be such an bastard after all—not after the show i've put on, with this impressive display of lying.

I sigh. Can't believe I had to do all that just because I'm scared of him.

No, not death.

Something worse.

Shudder runs down my spine, the thought a familiar pang of fear pass through me.

The original documents of Jeon's criminal records are sitting on my desk,  like a cruel taunt. These i collect overnight and take these here just for a one last chance to ruin him.

But now they mock me, taunting me with each beat of my heart.I glance up at the judge, who continues to pore over the fake papers I submitted.My pulse races—He's taking his time, studying the documents, and soon the words i've dreaded will leave his lips—declaring Jeon innocent.

A lie.

I can't let this happen.

Not after what he's done to me—what he continues doing every single day just by existing near me.

I won't let him walk away scot-free after everything.

But how? If I do anything against him now? Dead. Simple as that— no second chances left. Or worse!

The weight of helplessness crushes: i stare blankly ahead at those damning papers -sitting there mocking back silently all along: 'You can't'

I glance up, my heart pounds- if i cant but someone else's can-

Elon.

Of course.

He can do it.

He can present the real documents to the judge. And stop this injustice.

I swallow -heart pounding - i quickly glance back.Jeon's gaze is sharp on me. Fuck-

I turn away, staring straight ahead now. I need to do this quickly... before the judgment is rendered.

My hands trembling- i place my hand on the papers and slowly slide them across the table, pushing them towards Elon.

Please... just take them.

He looks at the papers- then at me-I slowly drag my hand back.

Elon picks up the papers, eyes flicking quickly back-and-forth between them and me. He scans them intently, flipping through the pages, scanning the pages with intensity.

The documents are the real deal - they contain undeniable proof of Jeon's crimes. They are backed up with eye witness accounts and even footage printouts about this case.These documents are deeply confidential, noone knows about them, except for Jeon himself... then me and now Elon.

My heart races, I watch him, anxiously awaiting his next move.

Elon places the papers down on the desk, their presence heavy.

He picks his notepad and pen, hastily writes something down, and slowly passes it to me across the table. Just like me.

My hands tremble.

I unfold the note—  "He's gonna win."

What?— I look up-

Elon smirking.

My stomach drops.

The-they're —No - no it can't- -

Dread creeping through my veins.

No. It can’t—

Slowly—I turn my head—

There—those dark eyes burning on me from across the room.

He knows.

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