On Thursday just as I had sat down on the train and gotten my book out, a lady sat down next to me and said something. I looked up and it was Rom Rom. She had seen me from her carriage and had come over. I think she felt a bit bad about disrupting my reading. We talked about RB a lot, and it was quite fascinating to find out more about him, because he is a very stoic, serious and intimidating person in court.
At lunch we went to a Vietnamese restaurant nearby. It was GS, Rom Rom, the French girl (Jennifer) who sat opposite me, EO, SH, some guy called Paul, me and RB. We had quite a good time, and we also saw some of the people from the other side, including that hot para. I wanted to see if she'd make eye contact, but she didn't. I wonder if seeing me talking to Jennifer affected her at all.
After lunch Rom Rom, Jennifer and I went to the shopping centre to look for a present for Twish. I initially thought Jennifer was just coming along for the fun of it, or to avoid the boredom in the office, but she actually made some suggestions when we were discussing gifts for Twish.
They wanted a coffee first, so I went to the toilet which turned out to be very far away. When I returned, we checked out Myer, and got some moisturisers for Twish. Of course, both of them knew a lot more about that stuff than I did, as I just tagged along behind them, thinking about how all this was just a scam to make money off people.
We visited the Mr Smiggles store where Rom Rom and I had been earlier in the morning, but we decided to come back just to give it a bit more time. There was a small pouch we wanted to get so Twish could put all her things in. We spent quite some time there, and I was glad all the innovative things kept Jennifer entertained. I showed her the big bulldog clips and paper clips which made her laugh.
At one point we found this weird tampon-like object, but made out of see-through plastic filled with a liquid, resembling something like an ink cartridge. All it said was something like "insert into body", so we had a bit of difficulty trying to figure out what it was. I asked her to try it, and she said "where do you want me to put it?" Maybe it's just a guy's dirty mind, but I am confident she said that with wholesome innocence.
We got a small pen, a light for book reading and a note pad for Twish, all of which could be fitted into the pouch. When we returned I was told my client wanted to see me, so I let everyone have a look at the photo slide keyring while I went to see my client.
I caught the train back to the city, went home and then decided to go to the shopping centre near me. My mom asked me to check out some discounted cat food, which wasn't there anymore when I got there. I didn't really feel like seeing a movie in the cinemas, but did feel like buying a movie from JB Hi-Fi. I was really close to getting Wolverine, but then heard Kerry Packer's voice inside my head saying "that's not worth that much!" because I knew, in time, it would go from the current $30 to $12. I admired his ability, portrayed throughout the book, to know what was worth what. If we all lived our lives like that we'd save a lot of money.
I went to do a bit of grocery shopping, and then returned home.
Friday - VerdictOn Friday morning, I was sitting at my desk as usual and RB was sitting at the big table reading something, I think the newspaper. His phone rang. In the early stages when his phone used to ring, he would say "verdict!", half-jokingly. He stopped doing that as of late, but everytime his phone rang everyone paused for a moment to see who it was.
Most of the times it was nothing and he would walk off talking on it. Sometimes it was a jury note and we'd all try to listen in. This time it was the verdict.
I had a sick feeling in my stomach. But so did everyone else. The end was here. It hit us, and even though we had spent the past 22 working days waiting for it, it was like we didn't see it coming. I was pretty sure there would be a note today, but verdict? Goddamn. Was this really happening? Could it be?
I alternated between standing around feeling sick, and calling everyone involved to tell them. I called GS, and he said he was across the road, coming over. I called Michael D, and like his usual self, I couldn't get off the phone in less than five minutes. He said he was in court, so he wouldn't be able to come. I called DC, but no answer, so I left a message. I called my client's sister, who said she was coming. GS and I went to see our client to tell him, and he knew.
I went back upstairs, then went to the toilet downstairs, and then went back up. I stood around not knowing what to do. From an hour's notice, we now had 15 minutes left till we re-convened. RB was the most eager to go up, saying sitting in court actually calmed him. I waited for GS. I wanted to go up together.
The sight that greeted us as the elevator doors opened was unbelievable. It was swarming with people. The police seemed to be there in full force. Then there were all the lawyers. Then there were a lot of people I hadn't seen before, presumably from the media. There was now even a portable barricade to form a path into the courtroom door.
All non-lawyers were asked to wait while the lawyers walked in with a flash of the pass. I felt privileged. Even more privileged was getting to sit at the bar whilst everyone else had to cram up in the back.
There was some light talking, but you could feel the anticipation. Even though GS and I tried to make small talk, we both were too anxious to keep it going for long. When they brought the accused into the dock, all defence lawyers went to greet them, except GS and I. We had already seen him.
After the judge came in and asked for the jury, there was a long pause. Although there were soft sounds of chairs shuffling, the silence was deafening and devastating. I thought I heard the usual laughs from behind the jury door, but it didn't seem probable.
GS had said that it was a good sign if the jury looked at you as you came in, and a bad sign if they did not. As they filed in one by one, I caught a brief glimpse from the gay guy, and desperately hoped that that constituted eye contact.
The foreman was in a suit for the first time ever. The nerdy guy also wore a formal shirt, as opposed to his usual humourous shirts. The things that happened next all seemed to happen too fast. I couldn't even really watch as I was typing things down. I could really just hear.
As the foreman was asked what the verdict was for each accused, he read it out, holding a slim blue folder.
ME - Guilty.
Bang!AH - Guilty.
Bang!KC - Guilty.
Bang!MC - Guilty.
Bang!At this point, my mind went crazy, like I wanted to stuff a million thoughts into it at once, like I wanted to pause the whole situation. I wanted a time freeze.
Ok, you gotta give us one not guilty. You just gotta. Please. I mean, my client's too young, you won't convict him.OJ - Guilty.
Bang...I couldn't believe it. It was like each time the foreman spoke was a firing of a bullet. I sat there, angry, confused, not knowing what to do. I looked over at my client, and he just nodded. I had always thought he'd chuck a psych, but none of them moved an eyelash.
The judge started thanking the jury and all that shit, and I wanted to walk out. What was the point? Convicting all of them clearly showed bias. They didn't even look at the transcript of the defence, only the prosecution. Maybe I had become too biased, too involved with my client's case. Or maybe, we gave these racist motherfuckers too much credit.
A few people, presumably reporters, walked out. Looking at the reflection of the monitors in front of me, I saw a couple of female police officers smiling. How could they smile??? It made me so angry. The jury was wrong. WRONG!
I can't believe they fell for the Crown case just like that. They accepted it, even with all the holes and contradictions put to them.
After court, I walked out and hurriedly made my way to the elevator. It was closing, but I managed to get in with the door hitting my shoulder. Everyone's faces said it all. It stopped on a level and a lawyer got in, and he knew what the result was just by looking at our faces.
We all went down to the cells to see our respective clients. GS said sorry to the client. I kept very quiet, not knowing what to say. But I didn't cry. I didn't feel like crying. I was just sad, and angry. Maybe it was a sign of maturity, thinking back to the time HK client lost and I started bawling.
The client was very calm, not upset at all. I guess it hadn't fully sunk in for him yet.
No one could really talk back in the office. There were a few handshakes and farewells, but everyone just wanted to get out of there asap. GS and I decided to leave together in case the media bugged us, but surprisingly they left us alone. We made our way to the train station and caught the train back to the city.
There wasn't much talk, but on my laptop I had already found newspapers reporting the verdicts. We went to get lunch near his office. The food tasted crap. Conversation was dry. We weren't in the mood for talking. I can't believe DC missed it.
After lunch we parted ways, and I went to the courts to use my laptop for a bit. I started getting messages on my phone from people like Bush, Kylie and Mis about the results. I just wished everyone would leave me alone. After that I wandered around the city aimlessly, and at one point even questioned myself how I got from one place to where I was.
I finally had to go home because I was meeting everyone for Twish's farewell drinks. Rom Rom and I had initially talked about not going, because we were in no mood to 'celebrate' anything, but I changed my mind later, wanting to get it done and out of the way.
I caught the bus out and walked to PL's bar. I saw Twish, Rom Rom and another girl standing outside before I even crossed the road. They were a bit surprised to see me, and Rom Rom said I looked different (because I was wearing my black Industrie top). Apparently the bar was closed due to some unknown reason, and when Rom Rom had spoken to Jennifer she suggested another bar. There was also a girl called Jacky there, who I think works in Twish's office.
She was the type of girl who would definitely catch my eyes on the street - blonde, blue eyes, long eye lashes, and a slightly skanky face. She was actually a pretty nice person, whereas I thought the way she dressed gave off a bitchy demeanor.
We decided to walk to the bar Jennifer suggested, and when we were at the lights we met Rom Rom's partner Malcolm. For some reason, we decided to go back to PL's bar, and on the way back we bumped into Jennifer and her friend, Sarah. Jennifer laughed at me when I said something to Sarah like "so you're not a French person", lol. Sarah struck me as a plain Jane girl who just did not smile at all. It was like she hadn't smiled for the last ten years. She wasn't sad, just plain faced.
PL soon arrived to open up the bar for us. Apparently his partners had decided on that very day to close the business. Poor PL.
We went in and sat down where we were last time, with me wanting to be strategically close to Jennifer, and I ended up opposite her. Twish said she had received a call from the DDP offering her a job in the city. The city! Why the hell did they offer me Lismore and give her the city?? Guess it was because they got to me first on the list, I dunno. Anyway, she told them about her trip and they said they can only hold it until January, so she's deciding whether she should come back or not, saying that one aim of her trip was to go without a deadline.
We started with some drinks before being told we had to move because the group that booked for 16 people had arrived, so we moved to a smaller table in the middle. We gave Twish her presents, and she came over to hug Rom Rom and I. This time I sat next to Rom Rom and Jennifer was diagonal to me.
Because that group of 16 had arrived, PL was trying hard to serve them by himself, and so Jennifer offered to help and then Rom Rom started helping as well. I spent the time talking to Malcolm, and then felt bad about not helping so I joined in, with Hayley and Jacky in the kitchen. Malcolm helped as well.
We needed some nuts so I ran to the convenience store nearby and bought four packs of nuts, shoved them into my pockets so the customers wouldn't see and then went straight to the kitchen, where I quickly made some small cups of nuts.
Jennifer told me that she was planning to get some dinner with her friends and asked if I wanted to come, and I said yes. But that brought on a new dilemma - how the hell was I going to excuse myself from Twish's farewell to walk out with Jennifer and her friends for dinner? I even consulted Rom Rom, who encouraged me to just walk out, and I got the feeling she was starting to get annoyed with Twish as well. But that issue was resolved anyway when Jennifer got pizza for everyone.
I ended up spending most of my time in the kitchen drying glasses. At one point I broke a glass, because it was still hot out of the machine and I put too much pressure on it. PL said my name in a "grrrr" way, probably because I did it in front of the customer, lol. But geez, I
am helping.
After that note of discouragement I returned to the table and spent a bit of time eating pizza and talking to Jennifer's other friend Leah. I was trying to think, was the lesson for guys to try to get along with the friends of the girl he liked, or the other way around? Anyway, I found Leah to be a bit weird. She liked to sit with her legs folded on the chair, and she had that "if people don't like it they can piss off" attitude. She was quite pretty, but as she revealed more about herself I was felt less and less attraction.
I returned to drying glasses after that, occasionally engaging in conversation with Hayley or Jacky, but mainly Jennifer. She spent a lot of time walking around, serving customers, but from time to time she'd come up to me while I was drying glasses to talk to me.
Twish didn't like us helping out at all, coming into the kitchen to either get more drinks for her friends or to tell Jacky and I to put things down because her friends wanted to meet us. This last message became more and more stern everytime she repeated it.
I did join her group, who had moved to higher tables and stools, for a bit. I didn't like it because Twish was drunk (earlier she had tried pouring some wine into her glass in the kitchen, only to spill it all over her hand), and it was just all talk about her, herself, and her. At one point the topic of me joining the DDP came up, and she pointed at me and loudly proclaimed me a "traitor" repeatedly. Needless to say, I excused myself saying I was getting a bottle of coke, only to never return.
I spent the latter parts of the night talking to Jennifer and Sarah, who was propped up on the kitchen counter. Jennifer asked for help with the dish washing machine, and I offered to help. She had told me about it before, but I wasn't expecting what was to happen. We walked over to it and she asked me to place the tray of plates into the washer, which I did. Then she slowly pulled the lever down, making the covers come down. As soon as they were down, a loud "boom!" sound attacked us and the machine started rumbling. I was like "ohh f..!", and she burst out laughing, lol.
At another point when we were talking amongst the three of us (Jennifer, Sarah and me), Jennifer said something like "you are talking to me, you are not with Twish, I think she will get mad". I said I thought Twish was annoying. Sarah questioned Twish's background, and I said she was half Singaporean and half something else. When Twish came in to get more alcohol, Sarah asked her, and Twish knew it was an attack. She bluntly said "Indonesian" and walked out, muttering something else. I was relieved things did not escalate.
At another point, Jennifer and I were alone where I had been drying the glasses and we came to that topic again. She told me how she thought the conflict started, and said she came close once to fighting back. I said I thought she handled the situation pretty well, and that anyone who knew about it could see Twish was in the wrong.
There was also a lot of subtle touching going on, always her touching me, like whenever I said anything funny. I felt awkward in that I didn't know if I should do anything in return, and if so, what.
Some guys came into the bar later, and most people seemed to know who they were. I didn't like how one of them was leering at Jennifer's chest, watching as she walked across the bar.
I asked Jennifer if she wanted me to show her where I got the tall ice cream from, and she asked where it was and said probably not because Sarah was tired, having been up since 3am. I thought "damn!" and was tempted to put blame on Sarah, but then realised that Sarah had been pretty accommodating throughout the night, and I wondered if she could tell I liked Jennifer.
Jennifer and Sarah decided to call it a night, and I took the opportunity to leave as well. PL shook my hand thanking me again (he had previously thanked me many times for helping out) and I walked out with Jennifer and Sarah. By this time Twish and her group had gone to another bar, and I just said I'd be there later, with no intention of going.
Jennifer and Sarah caught a cab, and I walked back to the main part of the city to catch a bus home. I didn't really feel like going home. Drying glasses and Jennifer had taken my mind off what had happened earlier, but now I felt like being alone and thinking about it. But it was too late and I didn't want to get a headache, so I retired home, wondering if Twish was now playing the role that I played with Emilee and Will, and if Jennifer was just using me to get attention and feel good about herself that she could divert me from Twish.