The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 35

It was my first experience in a court room. It wasn’t like the comedic setting of reality tv where civil cases are handled with small laughs and some parties willing to cut their losses. My reality was a small, boxed–in room with far less seating.

The judge had yet to arrive at their bench, but Jasper and Mr. Fitzgerald were already at the prosecution desk, having a heated discussion. The jury gallery had a few lost–looking souls in it, probably wishing they were at home rather than dealing with a heavy dispute.

There was fortunately no public gallery present, so any misstep of mine could be reserved for the confidentiality of the court. If this didn’t go our way, we needed as much privacy as possible.

Timothy followed me to the defense table and took the seat beside me. I kept my eyes averted from Jasper and Mr. Fitzgerald, who didn’t hesitate to glare in our direction. Fortunately, the judge entered from her chambers.

“Please rise. The Court is now in session, the Honorable Judge Lauren Jackson presiding.” yelled the bailiff.

We all stood as the judge walked up to her stand. She was a short, old woman who walked with a purpose. She had a set of glasses perched on the bridge of her nose as she looked out at her small audience.

Once she was seated, she called for us to do the same as well. I inhaled deeply and took my seat, feeling more lightheaded than before. I felt Timothy’s eyes on me, and he looked ready to say something before the judge proceeded.

“Everyone but the jury may be seated. Bailiff, please swear in the jury,” she said. calmly.

The bailiff turned to the jury, eerily stern. “Please raise your right hand. Do you solemnly swear or affirm that you will truly listen to this case and render a true verdict and a fair sentence as to this defendant?

“I do,” the jury echoed amongst each other.

“You may be seated.”

“Let’s hope other people will be just as honorable,” Timothy whispered into my

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car. I cast a glance at Jasper and Mr. Fitzgerald, who had reduced their own conversation to a whisper. I could almost sense the arrogance as it swarmed around them.

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“Well, we’re all under oath. Honorable is all they can be,” I said. Part of me doubted. it, however.

“Bailiff.” Judge Jackson continued, moving her gavel. “What is today’s case?”

is Fitzgerald

as Jasper stood back up and strolled to the podium up front. He adjusted the microphone. and gave

am representing James Fitzgerald of Clayton Sports Center in this case. We intend to prove that the defendant is guilty of breaching his contract with the center as well as demanding unfair resources

The facts were on our side, and I was determined to reveal the truth, though I feared Jasper and

seat. I walked to the podium

spoke. I could hear Jasper snickering behind

and thanked the court before. returning

witness stand. He gave his explanation of the events, of course

types tend to be the greediest, however,” Mr. Fitzgerald went on. He made Timothy sound like some ungrateful child that came crawling to

I didn’t need to give the prosecution any credibility toward the rumors circling the city. I settled on patting

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and handed me an obnoxious wink before seating himself. I took a deep breath and grabbed my bag from under the table. My legs trembled as I stood and

like a suffocating wave. It was as if the eyes of the entire world were

willed myself to stay calm. But

My vision blurred, and the walls

I gripped the edge of the witness stand, struggling to

touch grounded me in the moment and he whispered, “You can do this,

and I managed a weak smile. I couldn’t

now.

taught me. Inhale deeply for four counts, hold for four counts,

my voice trembling only slightly. “I will present evidence. that Timothy’s breach of contract

departure from the club. The relentless pressure and the blatant disregard for his well–being had pushed him to a breaking

courtroom was attentive, and I could sense that my words were resonating. The atmosphere shifted, and it was as if a storm was

activities. The judge’s brow furrowed, and Mr. Fitzgerald, sitting

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I continued to build the case against the club leader. I presented the contract, which was riddled with stipulating terms

mistreatment and exploitation under the club leader’s reign. Their testimonies painted a damning portrait of the Mr.

his feet, his

voice unwavering. “Your Honor, the evidence speaks for itself. The mistreatment of players and the fraudulent