President Gabriel’s lawyer didn’t stop there. He adjusted his glasses, and pulled out another stack of files. “Your Honor,” he said firmly, “in addition to the financial records, we submit photographic evidence. These images place President Davis at several locations tied directly to trafficking operations. Warehouses, ports, private estates. All documented.” He laid the photographs out one by one. Each showed Davis in different settings, shaking hands with men in suits, standing near shipping containers, seated at private dinners with governors and powerful figures. “And here,” he continued, holding up another folder, “are documents linking him to high-stake holders, governors, and other individuals in positions of power. They form a pattern of involvement, a network of influence tied directly to trafficking and drug dealings.” He stated his words striking like hammer. The courtroom stirred, the weight of the evidence pressing down on everyone present. President Davis’s eye

The courtroom had already been shaken by the arrests of Davis’ associates, but Gabriel’s lawyer was not finished. He stepped forward once more. “Your Honor,” he said, “we have one final piece of evidence. A video feed.” The judge gave a go ahead and the lights dimmed slightly as the screen flickered to life. The room held its breath. On the screen appeared grainy footage, but clear enough to see the people in it.It was President Davis and his voice rang out, cold and commanding. “Take him out. Make sure he never speaks again.” The camera shifted, showing the moment the order was carried out, Daniel’s father was shot down mercilessly. The courtroom gasped, the horror of the scene pressing down on everyone present. Gabriel’s lawyer turned to the judge. “This footage was given to Lucas by Late Mr Hector. Even in his death he still made sure justice would be served.”Daniel’s face crumpled, grief and rage colliding in his eyes, he bowed his head, unable to watch.“We have one mo

Daniel pressed the phone tighter against his ear, uncertain if he had caught Camille’s words correctly.“Sorry… could you repeat that?” he asked, his voice carrying a mix of disbelief and hesitation. “I said you back Daniel, not just as my employee, I want to make you a senior advocate. And along with that, I’ll be increasing your salary.” She said clearly for him to hear properly.“You mean… senior advocate? Officially?” He asked after a brief moment of silence, this was too good to be true.“Yes,” Camille replied without hesitation. “Officially. You’ve earned it. Back then, I’ve seen the way you handle cases, the way you stay late, the way you push through even when things look impossible. That kind of commitment deserves recognition, and I want to make sure you’re rewarded for it.” “And it was shame on us for loosing someone as great as you, we should have investigated what happened then properly Daniel, instead of assuming.” She added and Daniel let out a shaky breath. Danie

They had almost walked to their car to leave the Prison, when Lucas slowed down and he looked Freya thoughtfully.“Freya,” he said quietly, “before we leave, I want to see President Davis.” Freya stopped on her tracks, her eyes widening. “Lucas, no. I don’t want you to see him. That man has caused us pain for so long. Why would you want to face him now?” Lucas’s gaze was steady. “Because I need to. I need to look him in the eye and know that he can’t hurt us anymore. There’s nothing to worry about, I promise you.” He answered calmly. Freya shook her head, her grip tightening on his hand. “I don’t trust him. I don’t want you anywhere near him. Haven’t we suffered enough?” Lucas stepped closer, his voice gentle but resolute. “I understand how you feel. But this isn’t about him anymore…it’s about us. I need to do this, for my own peace.”Freya hesitated, her heart pounding. She searched his face, seeing the determination there, and she sighed, her shoulders relaxing. “Alright,”