11 The Case

“Good morning ma’am.” They greeted with deference, their voices laced with admiration. As she walked towards her chambers, Megan caught sight of her reflection in a passing window. Her curvaceous figure was accentuated by the tailored fit of her robe, adding a touch of elegance to her commanding presence. The small silver hoop that adorned her pierced nose glinted in the sunlight, a subtle reminder of her individuality and spirit. Entering her chambers, Megan took a moment to settle into her familiar surroundings. The walls were adorned with law books and framed certificates, testaments to her dedication and expertise. She sat behind her mahogany desk, organizing her notes and preparing herself mentally for the cases that lay ahead. Soon, the court clerk's voice echoed through the intercom, announcing the start of the day's proceedings. Megan rose from her chair, her expression composed and focused. It was time to fulfill her duty as a criminal offense judge, to dispense