[26 years ago]
Ian finished Tim Espino's executive order file and was about to head out of his office when someone on glasses and trench coat came in. Ian recognized the smell right away. He cleared his throat, leaning back on his chair, reprimanding, "You came inside my office without even knocking, Nathan?"
He's still wearing his judge's robes. Ian loosened his tie for a bit as he closed his eyes in exhaustion.
Nathan slumped down by the couch, dropping all clipboards he's holding on the coffee table.
"I have something to say to you, Ian," he grunted.
Chief Justice of Department of Vasterian Justice, working under Zion Cortez, the Solicitor General of the Vasterian Republic, Nathan Fajardo, his best friend, came here to complain about his work? It's his choice to be a judge and the one who decides the verdict. He's also a workaholic, that's why his wife, decided to have an annulment with him.
Only Zion has a lover to get his butt on.
