Nick trailed silently behind Harold Braddock as they made their way through the polished hallways of the courthouse. The air was heavy with tension, every step Harold took resonating with a sense of purpose and barely contained fury.
When they reached Judge Jefferson's office, Harold didn't pause to knock or acknowledge the security stationed outside. He simply pushed the door open and strode inside, the force of his entrance drawing the attention of everyone in the vicinity. Nick followed him, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of trouble.
Judge Jefferson was mid-conversation on the phone, his tone clipped and businesslike. But as soon as he saw Harold, his expression darkened. His brows furrowed, and he held up a finger, signaling Harold to wait—not that Harold seemed inclined to comply.
"Braddock is here. I'll talk to you later," Jefferson said abruptly, ending the call without another word.
