He looked down at Miller. A slow, chillingly confident smirk touched the corner of the judge’s mouth—a silent, devastating acknowledgment of his total and absolute victory.
"I'm coming," Marcus replied, his deep voice smooth and unbothered.
Without another glance at the shattered man trembling in the hallway, Marcus Holloway stepped through the doorway and into his chambers. The heavy oak door clicked shut with a sharp, echoing finality, leaving the disgraced officer alone in the cold corridor, utterly destroyed by the silent, crushing weight of the robe he had dared to disrespect.