The black sedan rolled up the circular driveway of the grand mansion, its glossy exterior catching the dim light from the mansion's sprawling windows.
It came to a halt near the wide steps leading to the entrance, and the uniformed driver stepped out swiftly, moving with purpose to the backseat.
Opening the door, the driver waited as Judge Michael Madison leaned forward, his polished shoes catching on the edge of the car.
As Michael rose, his legs wobbled slightly, his hand instinctively gripping the edge of the door for support.
He muttered something under his breath, his vision momentarily spinning.
"Sir," the driver said, his hand darting out to steady Michael’s arm.
"I'm fine," Michael said in a slow, drawn-out tone, waving the man off weakly. "I can walk on my own."
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