Disclaimer: The Ace Attorney series does not belong to me. I make no profit from this. Phoenix Wright originally created by Shu Takumi.
Author's Note: Non-depressing Ace Attorney stories. Woohoo!
March 21, 2018, 8:00 A.M., Prosecutor's Building, Break Room.
"Did you hear Prosecutor Edgeworth came back?"
"Yeah. Where'd he go, anyway?"
"Probably to find another corrupt mentor."
"Shut up!"
This was how conversation went amongst most of the prosecutors who heard the news that Miles Edgeworth had returned to America.
Most.
The lone soul who did not care to hear of Prosecutor Edgeworth's return was a mysterious man who called himself "Godot." When not in his office, he could be seen standing by the coffeemaker, daring his co-workers to attempt to acquire his precious drink. He was an intimidating figure, what with the neon red lights emanating from his mask. One of the interns brave enough to ask why he wore it received only a growl and a coffee cup to the head. At least, everyone thought Winston was an intern, but once they saw him entering an office with a key, they realized he wasn't. They didn't bother to remember. A man with that presence, or lack thereof, wasn't worth remembering.
Godot obviously didn't think much of this Edgeworth, or he would have, like the other nosy ones, sidled over to the water-cooler and pretended not to listen.
They soon ceased their chatter, for Miles Edgeworth himself walked into the break room, looking around for a moment to nod at his fellow officers of the law before sighting the teapot.
"There he is!"
"He looks skinnier. Has he lost weight?"
"I bet he's got a wife and kid in some foreign country, like Borginia. Crooks like him always got that kinda stuff going on. Like mob bosses. They have families."
"He came to the break room just to pour himself a cup of tea? Why doesn't he go to his office?"
"Poor Gumshoe went in there looking for him one day and knocked it over."
"Klutz."
"Shut up! He's coming closer!"
If he heard what the gossipmongers were saying, Miles acted as though he didn't. He strode over to the teapot, but before he reached it, he spotted Prosecutor Godot. Not recognizing the man, Miles decided to introduce himself.
"Hello. I don't believe we've met before. I'm Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth." He said, extending his right hand.
"Godot." Replied the masked man, ignoring Edgeworth's proffered hand.
Edgeworth awkwardly lowered his hand and cleared his throat. He was about to continue towards the teapot when Godot muttered something under his breath.
"Excuse me?" Edgeworth asked.
"I said," Godot replied with renewed disdain, "I'm not surprised you drink tea. Men like you would drown in the bitter depths of coffee."
"I beg your pardon?" Edgeworth exclaimed, feeling confused and not a little insulted.
But Godot didn't elaborate. He only took another sip of his coffee and retreated to his office.
Edgeworth stared in disbelief. That man seemed familiar...
"Did you see how that guy was rude to Prosecutor Edgeworth?"
"I know! Who does he think he is?"
"Why doesn't he get his own coffeemaker and put it in his office?"
"I heard he's too poor to get his own."
"Well, either way, I don't like him! He threw coffee at me!"
"Shut up, Winston!"