Celebration (1)

Michael made his way into the elevator, his hands balled into fist. His heart was beating loudly in his chest as anxiety crawled through him like a snake, making his limbs feel heavy.

As he entered and pressed the button for the 3rd floor, he saw Shirley his receptionist about to enter. But after raising her gaze and seeing him, she quickly turned and walked past, as if she didn't want to see him.

This caused fresh anger to rise, drowning out his anxiety briefly. He pressed the button to close the door a few times, mumbling something to himself.

"That bastard… Couldn't even take your punishment gracefully. Kids these days are rotten to the core…"

As the doors closed, Michael seethed inwardly. After handing his verdict to Columbia University, his life had turned to hell. At first things were silent, and he strolled into the office with a renewed sense of purpose, his sense of justice satiated for now.

At least until the next case.