A simple office room was temporarily used by the Chief Justice for his stay. There was a desk and table against the one-way see-through glass which was giving a good view of the harbor and the ocean.
Anya and Jason's eyes shifted to the sitting area. There was an old man in a suit sitting in the center of the three-seater. The wrinkles on his face spoke of his experience. He looked relaxed when the few men around him were snickering or looking at Jason and Anya provokingly.
An assistant behind Chief Justice was holding the latter's overcoat. His eyes narrowed for a moment when he saw Anya Owen enter the room. He had been in contact with Anya Owen for two years. He has watched her meticulously cause the suspension of many officials and cops without giving an inkling about the secret mission. So he truly admired her work efficiency.
Jason and Anya went ahead and saluted by standing on their toes. "Chief Justice." Their voices sounded in unison, clean and crisp.
