Jeremiah stood with his back against the wall and head staring at the courthouse ceiling. He had digressed from his normal pre court routine. Usually, he would have psyched himself for the legal battle ahead and would, like a chess player, dive several moves ahead so as to detect the possible moves of the enemy that could sink his ship. He heavily relied on being ready and adequately planned, but that was not the case today.
The tale of the two past mistresses was bringing distress to his usually calm person. They demanded what he could not offer. Yet they were adamant they wanted it in order to extend a much needed olive branch to him.
"Jeremiah!" a colleague he was working with on the case called out, "it's time."
Heavily weighed upon by the huge weight upon his shoulders, he staggered across the hallway, clearly showing that life had turned up in his being in vastly minute quantities.
"Are you okay mate?" asked the concerned colleague.
