OLD-WORLD EXTRA-Chapter 175: Court Hearing II

Ending the call with Nathan, Emir, who wore a black suit, flanked by Laura, stood outside a massive twelve-story building, the headquarters of which all those he calls Corpo exist.

Otherwise, known as sector managers.

The building's exterior was a blend of modern design and traditional aesthetics, with sleek glass windows and intricate stone carvings adorning the fa?ade.

Giving the place a sense of authority that matched the organization it housed.

A steady stream of people in business suits with the UEF's insignia, a small globe flanked by a leaf and sword, passed in and out of the gated entrance, with their faces often buried in their terminals.

The gate itself was an imposing structure, with ornate wrought ironwork and a security checkpoint where each person's identity was verified.

'Nothing grand, but it does the job.'

Emir inwardly scoffed while running his hand through his newly cut hair, a result of a recent visit to the gentleman incarnate.

He then glanced up at the towering building, its reflective glass windows shimmering in the sunlight.

The scene outside the headquarters was a mix of purposeful movement and hushed conversations.

Employees hurried about their tasks, while occasional clusters formed for brief discussions.

Emir observed it all with a critical eye and slightly curved lips, noting the efficiency of the operation while maintaining his usual air of detachment.

"Mom... let's go," he finally said, his tone gentle yet firm, as he took hold of her arm and led her towards the entrance of the building.

As their steps carried them further into the bustling environment of the headquarters, Emir could feel the tension in his mother's muscles gradually giving way under his comforting touch.

A smile tugged at his lips at this subtle change.

"You'll be fine," he reassured her, his voice soft.

"C'mon, we have to go up."

Walking among the diverse crowd that populated the building, they found themselves surrounded by a mix of professionals.

Lawyers in sharp suits conversed with managers and receptionists, while office workers buzzed about their tasks.

Even judges, a distinct yet seamlessly integrated group within the organization, made their presence felt under the umbrella of the name 'Corpo.'

Entering the building, they were met with a familiar setting that resonated with functionality.

The interior, while tastefully decorated, was designed for practicality.

Clean lines and subdued colors dominated the decor, giving the space a professional and polished look.

The soft hum of conversation and the occasional sound of ringing terminals created a backdrop of organized activity.

Making their way to the elevator, Emir and his mother stepped inside, among others.

And with a soft ping, the elevator doors closed as they smoothly ascended to the seventh floor.

Stepping out of the elevator, Emir's eyes swept across the surroundings, taking in the unique atmosphere that distinguished this floor from any other building he had ever encountered.

The floor exuded an air of quiet power, with subdued lighting that emphasized the polished surfaces and elegant furnishings.

The space was neither overly opulent nor starkly minimalistic; instead, it struck a balance between functionality and a subtle sense of luxury.

Walking down a corridor that led to the left, Emir and Laura moved past elegant offices where conversations were held in hushed tones, and professionals engrossed in their tasks hardly spared them a glance.

The hallway was adorned with more artworks, each carefully curated to add a touch of sophistication to the environment.

Their journey brought them to a massive door, a formidable structure that loomed overhead.

Emir's gaze shifted to his mother, offering her a reassuring smile before turning his attention back to the door.

This was a threshold that would show their fate.

And suddenly, the massive door automatically swung open, revealing the grandeur of the courtroom beyond.

The courtroom was an awe-inspiring sight, bathed in the soft glow of ornate chandeliers that hung from the high ceiling.

Their warm light illuminated the expansive space, casting a gentle radiance over the scene below.

Long rows of finely upholstered seats stretched out on both sides of the central walkway, providing seating for the attendees who came to witness the proceedings.

The room itself exuded an air of dignified opulence, with rich wooden paneling and intricate architectural details adorning the walls.

At the far end of the walkway stood three towering podiums, each positioned at a different elevation above the ground.

The central podium, elevated the highest, was where the judge presided, their seat

commanding respect and authority.

Flanking this central dais were two additional podiums, one on the right for those testifying as defendants and the other on the left for the plaintiff.

'How ironic...' Emir inwardly scoffed.

And as he led Laura down the central walkway, the eyes of the attendees followed their

movement.

Emir's demeanor was confident and purposeful, seemingly unfazed by the weight of the room and the attention it held.

He brought Laura to the front of the courtroom, standing beside her with a serene smile.

With a simple yet affectionate kiss on her forehead, he conveyed his support, not concerned in the least about the audience watching them.

Laura's expression softened as she received the gesture, her eyes reflecting a mix of

emotions.

"Good luck." He murmured while taking a seat back, with the audience on the right side of the

court.

He chose a spot that kept him away from the chatter of those who only came here to enjoy the

spectacle.

As the seats filled up, Emir's gaze scanned the room, finally alighting on the faces of the

people who had played a role in all his recent troubles.

They appeared to be two well-off men, both looking exactly like the typical Elite.

Bright and well-kept blond hair, with a pale face and a physique that needed more than a diet

to save it.

'How can someone be that fat when the food we get nowadays is so healthy even when it's

not?'

Answering his own question, he mumbled after a moment of thought:

"Ah... Real food. I'll probably have Mom go to a restaurant that has that on the menu after

this."

Emir's attention was soon drawn back to the front of the courtroom as his gaze settled on the judge, who took his place at the central podium.

The room gradually fell into silence as the attendees turned their focus to the judge's actions. Slamming his gavel down, he spoke with an authoritative tone:

"I judge Mercer will remain neutral to both parties based on our Amendments."

'Yeah right.' Emir scoffed inwardly.

"Party A, the Plaintiff, a subsidiary of the Moon Scribe family, and Party B, the Defendant,

Prince Emporium, do both parties agree to comply with all amendments?"

"Yes, I agree." They replied in unison.

"Both parties are not participating with a lawyer or an attorney, as this case is clear-cut, so

without further ado..."

He paused, raising his gavel and slamming it down once more.

"Let the hearing begin."