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"Law without justice is a wound without a cure"

William Scott Downey

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In the year 2001, Chief Justice Felicia Watson chamber.

Felicia Watson, a white woman in her late thirties walked into her chamber as she had just finished a court session concerning a murder case. Just as she sat on the leather black chair in her large office, she sighed deeply as someone else entered the room.

"Attorney Akinsola," she stood and greet the male lawyer that had entered into her chamber. "Glad to see you are here, how is the case of Daniel olatunde coming up." She asked and offered him a seat.

"The evidence against him is concrete and it could lead to him getting a death sentence. He killed ten people in a day," Abraham Akinsola explained to Felicia Watson who listened with rapt attention.

"That's is so terrible of him. Who is his lawyer?" She asked.