Chapter 14

“What’s the problem, Judge Clinton?” The chief judge asked when he noticed the perplexed look on the judge’s face. He couldn’t help but wonder what the problem was.

“Huh? Problem? I don’t have a problem,” he responded hastily, but his facial expression said something else. His hands shook uncontrollably like they had been dipped into a bowl of ice.

The knock came again, more intense this time around.

“Who’s it?” The chief judge asked without taking his face off Clinton.

“Wellington. Attorney Wellington!” The response came as a shock to both Clinton and the chief justice.

“Speaking of the devil, she’s here,” he muttered under his breath with a lucid grimace.

“Can you give me a few minutes? I’d have my secretary call you in as soon as I’m done here.”

“Sure! No problem, sir!” The response came almost immediately. Each word she spoke made Clinton’s heart skip a beat. His heart was thumping faster than it should and felt like it would explode any