"Prince Gomez and Bryce Fajardo, the sons of both Ian Gomez and Nathan Fajardo, sir, and they are summoning you for the pre-trial on Wednesday."
The smell of tobacco burning wafted in Javier Sim's nose. He cleared his throat quietly.
"Are their claims disposable? Why do I need to testify?"
Tim Espino swiveled his chair in another direction. His moustache varying from white and gray was longer than the last time Javier visited him. Tim wagged the tobacco in his hand, puff one last time, and put it on the ash tray, extinguishing the fire.
Tim retrieved the papers: the evidence used against him.
He has been used to countless of complaints after he gave up the throne of presidency. Left and right, the family lawyer took care of them like swatting a fly easily. Papers after papers, evidences were fabricated to turn down the best businessman ever alive in Vasteria.
Tim shouldn't be bothered. Prince is a lawyer, and Bryce is a prosecutor. They should know well.
