Sir Patrickson drove to the International Court of Patrickson and stopped his car before the main entrance of the court. He was a popular capitalist, so the paparazzis came in their numbers to question him.
He waved at them. "Not ready for any questions."
He walked into the court, painted white. His presence here created a scene.
"What's Sir Patrickson doing here?"
"What's he here for?" Everyone who set eyes on him murmured among themselves. He didn't look at anyone but walked directly to the elevator. He pressed the tenth floor which was the registry hall. Here all cases were registered.
The staff working here at the registry room were busy on their system with their headphones when they got an alert through their sound system that an important personality was here to see them.
Alli
