Damien's face grew more tense with every passing moment at the court. The whispers grew louder as people started to murmur about Sarah's absence.
The Wentworth brothers looked at him with a mix of anxiety and accusation in their eyes.Damien proceeded with the court hearing calmly frequently looking at the door.
Just when the judge hammered for break, Damien immediately pulled his suit from the chair and rushed out of the door. In the empty office, the only sign of life was the flicker of the computer screens, all of them showing the same image: the court proceedings in full swing. He sprinted towards the intern office, but it was eerily vacant. The pens lay scattered on the desks, the chairs pushed back as if their occupants had just left in a hurry. His heart racing, he called out for her. "Sarah?" But the only reply was the muffled sound of his voice bouncing off the walls.
Without wasting another second, he dashed to the security room and barked an order to the sleepy guard. "I need to see the CCTV footage from last night, now!"
The guard nodded, quickly typing in commands to pull up the feeds. They scanned through the hours of recorded video, their eyes flicking from one empty corridor to the next until finally, they found her. Sarah's figure was a ghostly silhouette in the record room, her movements frantic and desperate. Damien's stomach twisted in knots as he watched her, his mind racing. How could this have happened?
The guard handed him a set of keys with a trembling hand. "Mr. Ross, I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with apology.
Damien took the keys without a word, his mind racing with fear and anger. How could he have let this happen?He sprinted down the corridor, the echo of his footsteps punctuating the silence. The record room loomed ahead, the heavy door seemingly taunting him. He fumbled with the keys, his hands shaking with urgency.
Finally, the lock clicked open, and he pushed the door with all his might.The sight that greeted him was heart aching. Sarah was slumped against the wall, her eyes wide with fear and exhaustion, her body shivering uncontrollably. The room was freezing, the air thick with despair. The smell of damp paper and dust hung heavily in the stale air.
Damien's eyes searched her face, his own emotions a tumultuous storm of worry and anger. He knelt beside her, his hands warm against her cold skin. "Sarah," he whispered, his voice laced with relief. "I've got you."Sarah's eyes fluttered open, her gaze unfocused and hazed with fear. She blinked, trying to make sense of the figure before her.
"Mr. Ross?" she croaked, her voice hoarse from screaming.
Damien's expression softened, his eyes filled with concern. "It's okay," he assured her gently. "You're safe now."
Sarah looked up at him, the fear slowly draining from her eyes. "What happened?" she asked, her voice a mere whisper.
"You were locked in here," Damien said, his jaw clenched in anger. "But we're going to get you out of here now."
Sarah nodded weakly, her body trembling from the cold and fear.
Damien scooped her up in his arms, carrying her bridal style. She felt like a rag doll in his strong grip, but the warmth of his body was a stark contrast to the icy room.He hurried back to his office, the corridors blurring together as they passed.
Sarah buried her face in his neck, inhaling his scent, feeling the thump of his heart beneath her cheek. It was a comforting rhythm in the chaos.
Once in his office, Damien gently laid her on the couch and wrapped her in a warm blanket. He called for an emergency medical team and made sure she was as comfortable as possible while they waited. His eyes never left hers, his thumb brushing away the tears that continued to fall.
When the medics arrived, they quickly assessed her condition and administered aid. Sarah clung to his hand, her grip tight as if he was her only lifeline in a sea of uncertainty.
Despite her obvious distress, she handed over the Moretti file, her knuckles white from the effort of holding it tightly all night.Damien's heart ached as he took the file from her, his eyes never leaving hers. "Thank you," he murmured, his chest feeling tight.
With a firm nod, he placed the file in his briefcase and strode out of the office, the gravity of the situation etched in every line of his face.
The court was a flurry of activity when he arrived, but he pushed through the crowds with a single-minded determination.The trial was intense, the air thick with accusation and tension. Each piece of evidence brought forth by the prosecution painted the Moretti's in a grimmer light.
Damien approached the stand with the file in hand. The air in the courtroom grew tense as he laid it before the judge. The room was silent except for the rustling of the pages as he turned them, each one revealing more of the Morettis' sordid dealings. The judge's expression grew grimmer with every revelation, and even the stoic jury couldn't hide their disgust. The prosecutor's questions were sharp and precise, aimed at the heart of the Moretti's defense.
With each answer, the noose tightened around their necks. The jury leaned in, their eyes wide with disbelief at the lengths she had gone for the sake of justice. The Morettis, on the other hand, could no longer hide their fear. Their arrogant smirks had been replaced with the grim reality of their fate.Damien's voice was strong and commanding as he presented the evidence, each document a nail in the coffin of their defense. The prosecutor's questions were sharp, cutting through the lies like a hot knife through butter. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with anticipation.
As the trial reached its climax, the room held its breath. The file in Damien's hand was the final piece of the puzzle, the evidence that would seal the Morettis' fate. He presented it to the judge, and the courtroom erupted in a flurry of activity.
Damien's voice remained steady, his eyes never leaving the judge's face as he recounted the details of Elena's tragic story, and the Moretti family's ruthless quest for power. The jury sat, stone-faced, as the weight of the evidence bore down on them.Damien's voice boomed through the courtroom, each syllable a declaration of victory.
The jury's verdict was swift and unanimous. Guilty.
The room echoed with the word, and Damien felt a weight lifted from his shoulders. The Moretti's reign of terror had come to an end.
Sarah watched the news from the office, her eyes misty with unshed tears. She had played her part, and now it was over. The Wentworth brothers got justice for their sister, and she had been a part of it. A small part of her felt a strange sense of loss.
This case had consumed her life for weeks, and now it was just...done.

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