I turned to look at where Fang was being stord by the girls and back at the court. The rain had left the land with gigantic shadows as the sun was covered by dark, gloomy clouds. My head turned in the direction of the court where lights were lit now and the path on the right was and left looked yellow because of the lights.
I took a deep breath before finally deciding to enter the court. I travelled inside and through the door which I had previously gone through.
The door only led to the witness section, so I wondered whether Jack had brought Zelda here or taken her sowhere else. I walked through the hallway till I reached the far end and realised there was no other door. A slight panic set into , trying to figure out where I should be headed to.
After a long ti of the search, I entered through a door that was in the left hallway and found a receptionist on a call, "Hello, I had so en-"
He raised his hand in wait sign and a rude face. His hand reached out for a file and he flipped through the pages and spoke on the phone in a grumpy tone, "There is nothing here on him. Why don't you co and submit the case file... Sir, try and understand we cannot provide the certificate without it."
I tapped my foot, not bothering to hear what he was saying further. Ti was of the essence to and I just wanted to enquire about one case which this man was finding hard to cut through between his calls.
"Excuse ," I tried patting my hand on the table and bringing the receptionist's attention.
The man looked at with a crooked face, "Sit there for a minute." His hand pointed to the line of chairs, which was sure to be the waiting area. I looked back at the chairs and then again at the man. He stared at while humming on the line and actioned for to just scram away from in front of him. I did not understand why every reception had this kind of service. It must be so irritating for them to do their job.
I walked to the chair and sat down, waiting for him to cut his call. After a long ti, he cut his call, and I dashed up to him while he was drinking water from his bottle.
"Hie, I am Beta of Winterwells," I introduced myself quickly, "I wanted to know about a certain bail case."
"Ask your area police station, madam," He said as he went back to his work where there was an enormous pile of docunts waiting for him. Why do they have to keep such arrogant people at the helping desk!
"It isn't there. I wanted to know the records here," I said when suddenly the telephone rang again and the man showed his index finger. I rolled my eyes. This was seriously getting on my nerves now. It had been around half an hour since I had arrived here and the man was just making wait more. "Can you not help first and then talk on the call?" I snapped, and he glared at . It was truly irritating now, and I was on the verge of pulling him by the collar and maybe land two-three slaps on his face.
The man looked at with a scowl, holding the telephone receiver to his shoulder, and spoke, "I told you I don't have it here. Get it from the police station. Aren't you the Beta of your village?"
"Mister, whosoever you are," I said, losing all my identity, "You better help quickly if you want to stay in an intact shape."
He glared at , and suddenly the sound of the typewriters, which was resounding throughout the room, stopped. I turned around to see how everyone was looking shocked at and the way I had spoken with the receptionist of the court.
"Security!" the man shouted and two n ca running from outside, "Get this lady out of here."
"Wait, how can you do that? Isn't your job to help people?" I shouted on top of my lungs to the receptionist, "Now help get those bail papers." My teeth gritted with every sentence I spoke. But that was exactly what the security observed, and they ca forward to stand in between and the receptionist, pushing a little further and as I looked at the receptionist, who just went back to his call.
The guard asked politely first, "Ma'am please leave, before we are forced to drag you out."
"That man is not doing his job right, and you are asking to leave?" I grunted at the guards. My irritation and anger and all the rage which I have been feeling for such a long ti was just finding one or the other way to get out of .
The guards looked at each other, and this ti, the other guard just nodded.
The next thing I knew, I was being held by my elbow and dragged out of the court. "You cannot do this!" I retaliated as I was being dragged out like so kind of prisoner. My body wiggled, and I shouted again, "Let go. I am here to only get information!" I said, but the security guards were not ready to listen to . A small grunt left the back of my throat and I slamd my feet on the ground, trying to be set free like a small kid, but they easily dragged out.
"Leave her," I suddenly heard Fang's voice behind , and the guards looked at him for two seconds before leaving .
"Minister Fang," one of the guards spoke, "She has been creating ruckus inside the courtroom so we were just-"
Fang raised his hand for him to stop speaking and the guard quiet down. Fang walked closer to and circled his hand around my shoulder. I quickly jerked it away, but he put his hand around with force this ti. "Be good little one, I will help you get through."
"I don't need your help," I growled.
Fang looked at the security guards and then at before making walk alongside him, "If you want, I can help them drag you out of here."
I gritted my teeth at the thought. The way Fang had let my head hit the pole, I was sure he would let the guards drag out of here. I kept quiet, knowing my words were not needed here, and clicked my tongue. I did not want to take help from Fang, but right now, he was soone who could make or break this situation. There was a different irritation I felt around Fang, and thinking about how I had acted a while back made more embarrassed than ever.
We reached the room again and this ti the receptionist, on seeing Fang standing in front of him, quickly got up, "Minister Fang!" He went back to his telephone and quickly dismissed the other person, "I will get back to you." He kept the receiver down imdiately, "How can I help you, Minister Fang?"
The aura and the tune he was singing a while back had totally changed.
Fang did not even smile at the receptionist. Rather ca to the point directly, "This here is a special person to and she needs sothing. Help her get it." Fang pushed forward, and I was the one who glared at the receptionist this ti.
The man was quick to offer a bright smile, "Yes, please tell what can I do for you, ma'am?"
I stared at him for a good one minute as I narrowed my eyes and the man's fake smile started to flatter on his face. He removed his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his forehead. I smiled, looking at the impact Fang was having on him. Although I did not want to admit it, Fang was still my soulmate, and it was funny how I felt a little sense of pride in front of that sweating receptionist.
"I need files on bail of Zelda Cersi or Ellie Cersi," I asked, not knowing with what na it was fed with. But I knew it was around a month and a half back, "Must be around a month back or before that."
"Let check through the bails granted," He smiled at Fang, but Fang did not smile at all. He was rather vexed, and it satisfied that he was irked by sothing.
The man went to so cupboard and brought out heaps of files from a month back.
"Let's sit till he is done," Fang gestured towards the chair and I could not deny. Fang had finally helped , and I didn't know how I would have handled the situation without Fang here today. This different Selene I was seeing inside was not a good Selene and I did not understand why this change was taking place. I was never soone this rude and dumb, for that matter.
When Fang and I took a seat near the sitting area, I turned to him, "Are you irritated about sothing?" I asked him.
"No," Fang was brief and quick with his reply.
A small smile ca to form on my lips as I poked him on his shoulder to grab his attention and irk him more, "Why are you irritated?"
A nerve popped on Fang's head as he calmly turned to and looked dead in my eyes.. My breath stuck in my throat as he had turned close to my face and he spoke, "Because you left right there."
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