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Justice
“BCPL LLP vs Brian Agarwal et al.,” the law enforcement staff called into the packed hallway. Brian got up, and four other people dressed in suits got up. Brian looked at the suits as they filed in through the door that the staff was holding open. The first three didn’t look at him. The last one did—it was a young woman, with blonde hair, tied up nicely so that her hair looked silky and smooth, and wearing nice clothes that had even been pressed, a white blouse and a red skirt suit. She gave him a smirk as she passed him, rolling her eyes to the ceiling as if to make a point.
Inside the courtroom, Brian was directed by the law enforcement staff to sit at the table to the left. He had brought everything he could think of, which was to say, nothing. He had never received any pa
