On the LED 42 inch television, hundreds of people were protesting outside of the Manhattan courthouse as CNN showed live feed. He hit mute and listened outside the window.
“Husk, you left wing horses ass--" He turned the volume up and looked back to the screen and saw a man jumping the barricade and start screaming, but it was bleeped out.
“Huh, the media did something for us after all.” He said.
He,of course, is the Attorney General of the United States. He was gauging the temperature of the American people as the final moments counted down. He flipped through channels after swearing not to watch any tv on this day and finally breaking just five minutes ago and grabbing the controller off the secretary's desk that worked in the back chambers office.
He watched as the streets littered with police officers trying to stabilize any control they could manage. Attorney Jeffords was briefed by New York City's Police Commissioner, and told how much support would be included and how well the protection of the building would be made by him. He depended on the NYPD because he didn't trust the word of the FBI. This testimony was the last thing they wanted on record or heard at all for that matter. Nevermind the media's presence. The AG heard the judge flipping through documents on his desk at the last minute.
“What about the media?” The judge asked.
“I didn't say anything about the media.” The AG lowered the volume of the TV.
Most of them of the people outside were all holding signs and chanting, so the judge could hear them. He looked out the window at the massive crowds of protesters here demonstrating for the appeal of the defendant. One sign said “A TERRORIST IS TESTIFYING! AMERICA?” He looked frazzled as he looked at the person. He closed the shades and looked at the TV and saw his face peaking out, “It appears the Attorney General is interested in what the people have to say. Look at his face that he's making. He seems to be displaying uncertainty in this case. Harold what do you think is going on in those chambers?” He changed the channel.
“Shit! Fuck me!” Jeffords said. The secretary stopped in her tracks and looked at him as he slowly turned around realizing he wasn't alone and spoke out loud.
“Sorry, I just realized I didn't leave instructions when to feed my dog. It's nothing.” He said as the Judge looked above his glasses at him and the secretary.
The secretary looked at the screen and shook her head.
“Here, it's time you eat something. I remembered that it's your favorite. I made sure to keep plenty of leftovers for you. Go on, now.” Mallery was holding Tupperware of food in it and Jeffords looked at it like it was a shit sandwich.
“I...I rather not...ate. I ate, yes!” He smiled at her and she looked at him curiously. “I ate already is what I meant to say. Thanks, but I'm so full..of...food.!” Mallery walked away mumbling, “Full of bs!” He looked back at her wondering if she just said something.
He then looked and saw his face looking out the window again, so he changed to another channel. The view from the camera captured a mass of protesters and above the towering historic courthouse. They then showed old footage from the defendant's previous trials in which this appeal stemmed from. Their were protesters outside another courthouse chanting for the 12 jurors inside from the street below. It was a time not too long ago, in a liberal state, with liberal and Democrat people mostly, demanded the defendant found guilty of capital crimes he committed and the actual murders he produced felt like a tragedy to all people feeling the pain for Mr. Ford then.
He remembered how passionate everyone was about Ford getting justice. Three books were written within a year. It was when he was hired and tasked with getting Ford the justice he deserved by the President and promised him he would.
He thought about the sign he just saw and how Ford was now said to be a terrorist, or colluded with the most wanted one. He was the most hated man this week.
He listened to a police officer from below outside. Law enforcement was mainly concerned about the minority of the people behind the barricade, and voicing their belief for Mr. Ford. Some of them were iconic professors that received PHD in the least, and doctrines in philosophy. It was a small group, but it still reminded him why he was here in the first place.
All of the mob of protesters were now affectionate towards the man they called an animal and monster just two weeks ago. They were now affirming their belief against taking another man's life. But it all became so murky and the lines blurred this week.
The news anchor assured the viewers watching, that the screen is correct, that the display on the right upper hand corner of the screen was indeed live from the state of New York, in New York City downtown Manhattan, and despite the state not supporting the death penalty, it was possibly about to be granted from such a state because capital crimes were committed against a federal agent, involving murders.
The state no longer had the right to stop it from happening. A surrogate said something that stuck out to the AG who was thinking about so many things related to this case. “Loophole for criminals it seems.”
He knew he shouldn't have watched the TV. He broke his rule.
He sighed when he heard the news anchor say that they're switching to their live coverage inside of the court house discussing the case of the appeal. Inside that very courthouse and behind the courtrooms chamber doors, his head was in his palm as he stood, ordered to be here by the POTUS to support the Presidents candidate and of course, make sure this case has no hiccups, which now was an impossible feat. He rubbed his eyes thinking to himself that he's the goddamn Attorney General of the United States, not a cleaner!
He couldn't help but stop the secretary who had been running around the office like a wild turkey.
“You, what's your name?” He asked the woman trying to take care of the chaos for the judge.
“Mallery, Mr. Jeffords. We've met at a Christmas dinner last year?”
“Mallery, why won't you stay still? Just. Stop. Moving. Try it. Come here, look? See all these people?” The AG was pointing to the television screen at all the live protests across the country with mobs of hundreds of people in cities.
“Oh, I don't like all this nonsense. I rather not watch it.”
“You rather what? But--you're the secretary of Judge Husk. How could you not know what's going on and the case he's on? Everything going on around this country!” He asked perturbed.
“I live it all day. I don't go home and watch it too. I like to go home and read romantic novels on my kindle. Simple!” Mallery said. The AG was stumped and looked flabbergasted at her reason. How she found it so simple and had a easy solution.
“Simple? This man killed a lot of people, tortured many, even. To put it mildly, he's a psycho! And now the main person who he's hurt--"
“Jeffords, leave my--I believe you said secretary? Leave her alone please. I'm about to take the stage. I need to clear my head. I appreciate the support, but I've already made my decision, so you can move on to the next candidate.” Judge Husk said.
"I understand, but Sanderson don't you think it's wise to have a secretary that's aware of all of the masses joining throughout the United States in demonstration for the defendant not to be sentenced to death because they all feel he didn't commit capital crimes due to the fact that the main witness testifying today has just been accused of colluding-- did you say you decided?” The AG asked.
“She's been working with me for twenty years and is my wife, Jeffords. She also has a PHD and her own practise. She's fully aware of what's going on because shes married to the man that constantly has his finger on the pulse. Mallery, tell Jeffords why they're doing these actions, please?”
“Wait...did you just say your wife?” The AG asked, but judge Husks wife answered his question.
“Because they believe the federal agents, most important the federal agent who testimoney, weren't really working for the United States government. The star witness is starting his testimony today and is the victim to the defendants many barbaric crimes and is that federal agent. Are you all set Sandy?” Mallery said.
“Sandy?” The AG repeated with a bitter face.
“Yes, dear, thank you.” Sanderson Husk said.
“If it makes you feel any better, I did see you make the same face you're making right now on the TV just a few minutes ago. That's for not remembering the ham I made at the dinner last Christmas that you didn't stop thanking me enough for, saying you wish you could eat it everyday of your life. The same ham that you looked at five minutes ago like it was the plague! Look at you now.” Mallery walked away smiling.
She helped her husband put on his robe as he walked up to Jeffords and the TV to listen to what they were saying.
CONTINUE TO LAST PART..