The heavy doors clicked shut, restoring the sacred silence of the room.
Eleanor let out a short, quiet sigh and opened her beige folder, organizing the thick stacks of paper on her desk. She looked up at the bench, a faint, approving smile touching the corners of her mouth.
"Shall we begin reviewing the docket, Your Honor?" she asked.
Marcus Bennett sat back down in the high-backed leather chair, the black judicial robe settling heavily around his shoulders. He adjusted the silver watch on his wrist, opened his notebook, and picked up his pen. The ignorant chaos had been purged, and the true work could finally begin.
"Yes, Ms. Vance," Marcus replied, his eyes focused and clear in the warm, golden light. "Let's get to work."