Law Is Equal If Both.......
The trio watched as the live footage continued to stream, the reporter trying to stay clear of the escalating violence while providing updates. The scene depicted the stark reality of corporate and worker struggles, underscoring the deep-seated tensions and the dire consequences of financial instability.
Trident continued, "As you can see, tensions are high here at BM Pharmaceuticals. The workers are demanding justice for their unpaid wages, and the police are struggling to maintain order. Just moments ago, several clashes occurred as police attempted to clear the area. The workers are adamant about not leaving until their demands are met."
The camera panned to show police officers pushing back against a group of workers, some of whom were throwing objects in frustration. The scene was chaotic, with smoke from tear gas canisters starting to fill the air.
As the minutes ticked by, the situation seemed to worsen, with more police reinforcements arriving and the workers growing increasingly agitated. The broadcast cut to interviews with some of the workers, who passionately expressed their grievances and frustrations.
One worker, a middle-aged man with a weary face, spoke into the microphone, his voice breaking. "We've given years of our lives to this company. Now, they've abandoned us. We have families, children to feed, and bills to pay. We're not asking for charity; we just want what we're owed."
Another woman, holding a toddler in her arms, added, "This is all we have left. They can't just leave us like this. We need answers, we need justice."
The camera cut back to Trident again. Trident continued, "Most of the workers I spoke to earlier expressed the same desperation. Many of them have not been paid for months and are struggling to support their families. They feel this protest is their last resort to get the attention of the company and the authorities."
The news anchor's voice cut back in. "Trident, do we know if there have been any injuries or arrests so far?"
Trident nodded, looking grave. "Yes, there have been several injuries on both sides. I've seen a few workers being treated by paramedics, and some police officers have also been hurt. There have been a few arrests, but it's difficult to say how many at this point."
The live footage continued, showing the chaotic scenes outside the BM Pharmaceuticals facility. The police were now forming a line, trying to push the protesters back, while some workers continued to shout and throw objects. The reporter's voice provided a constant stream of updates, conveying the urgency and volatility of the situation.
The news anchor, Brian, cut back in, his voice somber. "We will continue to monitor this developing situation and provide updates as they become available. Our thoughts are with everyone affected by this violence. Please stay tuned for more details."
The broadcast then switched to a commercial break, leaving the trio in the living room to digest the disturbing news. The earlier discussions about international alliances and royal politics now seemed distant and abstract compared to the immediate and visceral reality of the conflict unfolding on their screens.
Seeing the incident unfold on TV, Evelyn couldn't contain her frustration. "These big companies have so much money, but they still do so much injustice to these poor people!"
Henry and Matthew both nodded in agreement. Evelyn then turned to Henry and asked, "Henry, you're studying law. Can you tell me why the court always sides with these rich people?"
Henry stayed silent for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "Rich people are very powerful. With money in hand, they can even bend the law to their favor. When it comes to fairness in court, both sides must be of the same social status; otherwise, no matter who says that the law is impartial, the truth is that most of the time, the law sides with the people who have influence and resources."
Matthew, sitting beside Henry, nodded in agreement. He understood the harsh reality of Henry's words all too well.
While they were deep in conversation, Matthew's phone rang. He took it out of his pocket and saw the caller's name flash on the screen. Turning to Evelyn, he said, "I have something to attend to. I'll return soon." He stood up, accepted the call, and walked towards the door. "Hello..." he said as he stepped outside, his voice trailing off.
Henry watched Matthew leave, then turned to Evelyn. "Aunt, excuse me too. I'm very tired and need to rest in my room."
Evelyn nodded understandingly, making a gesture that signaled her approval. Henry stood up from the sofa and headed towards his room.
Night Time (Bluebell community, Cedarwood Avenue)
It was night, around 8:00 PM, when a sleek black sedan entered the Bluebell Community at Cedarwood Avenue. The street was well-lit, with streetlights casting a warm glow over the roadway and illuminating the facades of the houses on either side. The neat rows of homes stood in uniformity, each with subtle variations in design, giving the neighborhood a harmonious yet unique charm. Many homes had their exterior lights on, further enhancing the visibility and making the community feel alive even at this hour.
The car slowed down after passing six houses and came to a stop in front of the seventh house. This house, slightly larger than its neighbors, stood out with its elegant design and well-maintained front yard. The driver, a middle-aged man in a neat uniform, stepped out and quickly walked to the back door of the car. He opened it with a practiced motion, revealing a man inside.
A hand emerged from the car, gripping a briefcase. The driver promptly took the briefcase, revealing a hand adorned with three gold rings. The man inside then placed his hand on the car's frame and stepped out. He was of average height, around 5 feet 5 inches, and wore a meticulously tailored black suit over a crisp white shirt, paired with black trousers. A gleaming, expensive watch with a silver band adorned his left wrist, catching the light and adding to his distinguished appearance.
The man, an Asian gentleman appearing to be in his mid-forties, had sharp, well-defined facial features. The streetlights highlighted his clean-shaven face and neatly combed hair. He took a moment to adjust his suit before accepting the briefcase from the driver.
"Pick me up early tomorrow. Around 7 o'clock," he instructed in a clear, firm voice.
The driver nodded, showing his understanding and loyalty. "Yes, sir," he responded respectfully.
"Okay. You can go now," the man added, waving his hand dismissively.
The driver got back into the car, started the engine, and drove away, leaving the man standing in front of his home.
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