Temporary Agreement (DNF)

Chapter 8

George POV

It is now Wednesday, which means I have only two more days to prepare before the case commences. I feel as though I haven't been as productive as I wanted to be this upcoming week, not devoting my full attention to the task at hand.

Therefore, I vow that these last two days I do nothing but work on the case. It is not like I have anything else to do, or prefer to do.

I've been home since the morning I woke up at Dream's house. He had insisted on me sleeping in his bed while he took the couch, and I was too tired and sore to fight him on it, so I let it happen.

I appreciated the hospitality, but woke up early enough to sneak out and order myself an Uber back home before he had the chance to wake up and object to me leaving.

He also then scolded me about ordering an Uber to his address, saying he now had to move to a different location, to which I found very dramatic.

But ever since that day, I have piled up enough evidence that I even feel bad for whoever is against me.

I always put my full effort into every case I have, not wanting to be on the bad side of any criminal. Even though I somehow still managed to piss off that man Sunday night, but Dream's case has been causing me to be a little more anxious than usual.

The more and more criminals I had worked with, the more I became aware of the consequences but less nervous in my abilities to win. However, with his case, it feels as though I am back at the beginning.

I try my best to reassure myself it is about the extra amount of cash he has promised me, but the voice at the back of my mind that I have been trying to silence tells me otherwise. The way he has been so involved in the case has me double and triple checking that I have gotten everything I need to win. He has been putting so much faith into me, the way he has been keeping me safe and saying how much he needs me, feels like he has no doubt in his mind that I will win.

Something that I have warned all my passed clients not to assume. And maybe that bit of pressure has been pushing this anxiety onto me, but I know deep down that is not the sole reason.

Since this is also my last corrupt case, I want to go out there and finalize my winning streak.

I feel as though I owe it to Dream after everything, to make sure he does not end up in that prison.

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During the evening, I decide to head down to my office, located near the court house. I try to avoid going when it isn't necessary, as in only show up when I get called in for a meeting or need something specific.

But I have been cooped up in my house for the past couple of days and have become enable to concentrate in my studying, deciding a new place of scenery might help with my restlessness.

After I had finished the pad thai I had ordered in, I decided to head over.

The building is not too far from where I live, so I start my car and plug my phone in, hoping some calm music can derail the dialogue happening in my head.

I roll down my windows, letting the cool breeze in. I love peaceful car rides like this, when it is the perfect temperature to be able to have your windows down, being the right type of cool that you don't need the ac on, but not too cold you would need a jacket.

I sing along to my laid back playlist as I pull into the firm, seeing only a few cars in the parking lot.

This surprises me a little, since I was silently hoping that no one would be here other than the janitor, but it is a public place and I have no right to complain.