@samurai-esquire <3 for a starter!
He had been waiting for his father in his office. The orders had been clear enough. ‘Come see me. We need to talk about your performance today.’ Because of course his father would want to see him about his performance. Thankfully, Satoshi KNEW it was better than his first time prosecuting.
Good God. That first time had been a clusterfuck. That trial he had lost and his father had to run in and clean up his mess. All because he decided to showboat instead of do his job. He never heard the end of it. And, frankly, the reputation of his father cleaning up his messes was one Satoshi knew he was going to have to shake.
For months. Or years. Whatever.
Pouting, he looked up when there was a knock on the door of his father’s office. Standing up, Satoshi fixed his jacket and shirt before moving over to the door.
Please be an intern, he thought as he opened it.
Oh. Fuck him. Of course it wasn’t.
“Uh. Hi, Prosecutor Blackquill. You must be here to see my fa- To see the Chief Prosecutor. Is it important? I can take a message for you? He stepped out like ten minutes ago to take care of something. So....Do you want me to take a message?”
