Terminal One

GOT 'EM

A month later...
Fulton County Courthouse

"Fatima. Is the man that assaulted you in court today?" "Yes." "Can you point to him please?" The DA uttered, as Fatima lifted her finger to point at Dr. Wallace.

"Ladies and Gentleman of the jury. I'd like to reiterate the fact that Fatima Taylor has pointed to Dr. Lucifer Wallace." The DA said. "You're Honor I object." "On what grounds..." "That's hearsay." "Overruled." The judge says.

"Thank you, Your Honor." The DA smiled. "Now Fatima. I know this can be difficult but can you please tell the court what happened that night?"

Fatima takes a breath as she begins to tell the courtroom about the night she was assaulted. While the DA corroborated with pictures of her injuries for the jury to observe.

When she's done, she's balling in tears as Wallace's lawyer leans into Wallace listening to him whisper something in his ear. 

"Fatima, have you ever had any relations with Dr. Wallace before this incident?" "Your Honor." "I'm sorry, your Honor, may I please rephrase the question?" "Proceed." "Fatima, have you and Dr. Wallace ever had any intimate contact before the assault?" "No." Fatima immediately responded.

"Your Honor, I'm done with questioning this witness." The DA says going back to his seat. 

"Your Honor, I have a few questions, if I may." "Go ahead." "Were there any comments made to you by Dr. Wallace that your answer could have been misconstrued or misleading?" Fatima gives a puzzled look. "I don't think so." she answered truthfully.

"But Fatima, you just stated that you had no intimate contact with my client, is that right?" "Yes." "Ok so were you just leading him on when you spoke to him? Or was the conversation cordial?" "Mainly cordial." Fatima answered, yet slightly confused.

"You care to explain." the lawyer challenged.

Fatima takes another breath. "I would say Good Morning and that was usually about it." She replied. "He would always respond or initiate the conversation by saying "Hello Beautiful" but I would reject his advances every time because I'm married. That's not my MO."

"That's not your "MO"" the lawyer chuckled tauntingly. "No, it's not." Fatima said back with a furrowed brow.

"So you've never cheated on your husband?" "NO!" she shouted, getting upset but looked to the DA, who was telling her to calm down.

She takes a breath.

"Ok." the lawyer says, "So Donovan Reed or Anthony Peterson doesn't ring a bell?" "You're Honor, I object." "On what grounds?" "What does this line of questioning have to do with this case?" "I agree. Foster, either change your line of questioning or end this now." The judge reiterated.

Foster sucks his teeth in annoyance. "Fatima." he utters. "Are these not text messages between you and Dr. Wallace?" he asked, placing screenshots on the portable screen.

Fatima gives a puzzled look at the screen. "No..." "You sure?" Foster asked again. "Because you literally just said that you had no intimate contact with my client, yet here are text messages between the two of you." "I don't recall any of those messages, I've never contacted him. And even if I did, how does that give him the right to assault me..."

"Fatima, please stick to the questions ok." "Ok." she murmurs to the judge. "So again. This isn't your phone?" "Yes. But..." "But you didn't want your husband to find out that you cheated so you accused my client of assault." "NO!"  "Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury. As you can see this so-called "witness remorse". However she's not remorseful of the fact that she's trying to tarnish the reputation of my client. Just the fact that she got caught cheating on her husband." "Your Honor...I OBJECT!! He's badgering the witness." "Sustained." "I'm done with this witness anyway, your Honor." Foster utters confidently, going back to his seat with a smile, as Wallace sneered at Fatima.