“Come in,” Barrister Julius spoke from inside.
I turned the doorknob and pushed the door in. He was sitting behind his table, glancing through his laptop.
“Lizzy,” he called. “Have you arrived?”
“Yes, barrister,” I responded.
He raised his head towards the wall clock that hung above.
“You are a good timekeeper.” He spoke with a smile on his face.
I couldn't say anything. But smiled faintly.
“Please have a seat,” Barrister Julius said.
“Thank you.” I went and sat down at the edge adjacent to him on a wooden chair.
The office smelled like paper and coffee.
A frame of his image was hung on the wall.
Behind him was a bookshelf. With few awards on it.
At the right side of the office was a small refrigerator.
Without wasting time, Barrister Julius slid a file across the desk.
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