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?”

case is Fitzgerald vs Hayes,” the

back up and strolled to the podium up front. He adjusted the microphone. and gave it a

the jury, my name is Jasper, and I am representing James Fitzgerald of Clayton Sports Center in this case. We intend to prove that the defendant

reviewing my files, sifting through the evidence I had gathered in preparation for my testimony. The facts were on our side, and I was determined to reveal the truth, though I feared

I walked to the podium

I could hear Jasper

jaw and thanked

his explanation of the events, of course favoring

Mr. Fitzgerald went on. He made Timothy sound like some ungrateful child that came crawling to him for

me and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. I wished I could comfort him somehow, but I didn’t need to give the prosecution any credibility toward the rumors circling the city. I

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Defense may cross–examine the witness,” said Judge Jackson once Jasper finished his

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a deep breath and grabbed my bag from under the table. My legs trembled as I stood and placed it on the table before rummaging through. it

and the courtroom seemed to close in on me. Anxiety washed. over me like a suffocating wave. It was as if the eyes of the entire world were upon

breath and willed myself to

vision blurred, and

to warp and sway. I gripped the edge of the witness stand, struggling to

the moment and he whispered, “You can do

managed a weak smile. I couldn’t afford to

now.

Timothy’s encouragement in my mind, I focused on the breathing technique. he had taught me. Inhale deeply

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

well–being had pushed him to a breaking point. It was a story of exploitation

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

activities. The judge’s brow furrowed, and Mr. Fitzgerald, sitting with a stoic expression, couldn’t hide the unease in his

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contract, which was riddled with stipulating terms that had been altered to

the club leader’s reign. Their testimonies painted a damning portrait of the

tension, and Mr. Fitzgerald couldn’t contain his anger any longer. He rose to his feet, his face red with fury. “This is preposterous, Your Honor! These claims are baseless and meant to defame me and

mistreatment of players and the fraudulent practices were