Sakura was dressed in a beige blazer and skirt suit set. She had to look
sharp for her speech at the convention. She was asked to speak for the
company because she had a way with words that her boss said was
extraordinary. Her speech was just about the publishing house, how they
worked, what kinds of books made the cut, and "the standards that the whole
company took upon itself to supply the world with great works of
literature." Sakura liked that particular touch. She got into her new Audi
and drove uptown.
Meanwhile . . .
Li stood in his closet looking up at his rows of suits. He chose his blue suit (blue jacket, blue slacks, and light blue collared shirt) which he wore whenever he was going to a hearing. With my skill, he thought, this case can be over and done with in three goes. Hearing, trial, verdict. That way, I won't need to be in court more than three times. He thought of his motto – "Get in, get the win, and then get out." It was the best policy because this way, he didn't need to care about the people, just the case. For Li the whole thing was a game, and a game he was incredibly good at. Picking up his briefcase, he went out of the door of his apartment and took the elevator down to the parking lot where he got into his Altima and drove to the courthouse.
Meanwhile . . .
The audience stood and cheered as Sakura ended her speech. She smiled, finding it hard to suppress her happiness. Reporters scrabbled their way up to her as she stepped off of the podium.
"Ms. Kinomoto, over here!"
"Miss Kinomoto – we're from the newspaper – an interview!"
"Miss Kinomoto!"
"Hold on!" Sakura called, a little overwhelmed, "You can call my secretary and request appointments and I'll get back to you, but for now, I'd like to make it to my car."
The flow of people subsided a little and this time, Sakura was blinded by the flashing of cameras.
Was it that good of a speech? Sakura thought to herself.
Meanwhile . . .
Li got into his car. He sighed heavily. He hadn't anticipated this. He was representing a wealthy man, Mr. Evans, who was on trial for attempted murder. Li had no doubt that this man was guilty, but the defense had no physical evidence. The woman trying to put Mr. Evans in jail was a single mother, her husband had disappeared two years ago and it seemed that she was snooping around trying to find out what happened and got too close to the truth. Li hadn't started the car. He lay his head on the edge of the steering wheel and groaned.
"It's a fucking good thing I'm getting paid $200 dollars an hour or that guy would be on his way to lethal injection by now," Li said. [Sorry about the swearing – Syaoran's a real . . . donkey right now, but keep reading!]
He sighed again and started the car and in the back of his mind he saw a pair of brilliant green eyes frowning at him. Shaking his guilt off, he drove back to his apartment.
Meanwhile . . .
Li stood in his closet looking up at his rows of suits. He chose his blue suit (blue jacket, blue slacks, and light blue collared shirt) which he wore whenever he was going to a hearing. With my skill, he thought, this case can be over and done with in three goes. Hearing, trial, verdict. That way, I won't need to be in court more than three times. He thought of his motto – "Get in, get the win, and then get out." It was the best policy because this way, he didn't need to care about the people, just the case. For Li the whole thing was a game, and a game he was incredibly good at. Picking up his briefcase, he went out of the door of his apartment and took the elevator down to the parking lot where he got into his Altima and drove to the courthouse.
Meanwhile . . .
The audience stood and cheered as Sakura ended her speech. She smiled, finding it hard to suppress her happiness. Reporters scrabbled their way up to her as she stepped off of the podium.
"Ms. Kinomoto, over here!"
"Miss Kinomoto – we're from the newspaper – an interview!"
"Miss Kinomoto!"
"Hold on!" Sakura called, a little overwhelmed, "You can call my secretary and request appointments and I'll get back to you, but for now, I'd like to make it to my car."
The flow of people subsided a little and this time, Sakura was blinded by the flashing of cameras.
Was it that good of a speech? Sakura thought to herself.
Meanwhile . . .
Li got into his car. He sighed heavily. He hadn't anticipated this. He was representing a wealthy man, Mr. Evans, who was on trial for attempted murder. Li had no doubt that this man was guilty, but the defense had no physical evidence. The woman trying to put Mr. Evans in jail was a single mother, her husband had disappeared two years ago and it seemed that she was snooping around trying to find out what happened and got too close to the truth. Li hadn't started the car. He lay his head on the edge of the steering wheel and groaned.
"It's a fucking good thing I'm getting paid $200 dollars an hour or that guy would be on his way to lethal injection by now," Li said. [Sorry about the swearing – Syaoran's a real . . . donkey right now, but keep reading!]
He sighed again and started the car and in the back of his mind he saw a pair of brilliant green eyes frowning at him. Shaking his guilt off, he drove back to his apartment.
