Sheepishly, the jurors one-by-one were seated in the courtroom by a grinning ear-to-ear Bailiff as their escort. Judge Ricardo Sandoval had concluded his interrogation with the Defendant; both were positioned back in their appointed chairs, where each smiled coyly at each other.
Unbeknownst while Judge Sandoval hit the gavel to finish this proceeding, Min-jun’s baby juice had begun leaking from his asshole. His honor never felt so alive, and yet he was afraid of either the Prosecution or the Defense recusing him from this trail.
Now, all the eyes of Pinewood Estates seemed affixed to him as the courtroom was once again filled with its gallery. Judge Ricardo Sandoval had been told the jury had their decision; Min-jun’s fate was in the hands of the jury. Sandoval cringed with trepidation; he couldn’t lose Min-jun to the prison system.…show more content… Truly believe that the Defendant has spoken knowing full well his actions; thus his understanding of our language holds to be firm…and solid…” said Judge Sandoval, before he realized his lustful wonderment was distracting his thought process, and then the Judge continued speaking, “Mister Foreman, did your jury does the case at hand?”
“Yes, your Honor,” said the Foreman.
“Have you taken a vote of this Verdict among the jurors?”
“Again, yes your Honor.”
“In the case of Min-jun Kim’s innocence. What did you declare?” said Judge Sandoval’s voice, which had begun to crack when he asked the question.
Min-jun moved forward in his seat as his arm was held by Conor McKinley.
Conor thought, It’s now or never.
They’ve decided already? thought Walter Rearin, who looked to his side seeing a nervous Kim and sweat moisten Conor’s forehead.