The witness

The door behind the throne opened up, as two guards escorted the witness to stand next to Miss Wallace. Vanessa felt all kinds of anger when she saw who the witness was. The thief who stole her briefcase, now stood before her with a beaming smile. "Do you recognise this clown Vanessa?" Miss Wallace asked. "Absolutely I do! That's the thief that stole my briefcase!! Where the fuck is it you little shit!!" She yelled, a guard had to hold her in place as she shook about too much.

The clown girl simply chuckled as she watched Vanessa's outburst. Miss Wallace turned to face the clown girl. "Did you steal Vanessa's belongings." She asked her. "No I did not. I did, however, film Vanessa confess to the guards that she has been naughty." The clown girl pulled out her phone and played a video of Vanessa talking to the guards. The volume echoed around the large hall, Vanessa's words clearly stated that she had been naughty.

Vanessa was distraught, she couldn't believe what was happening. "Woah woah woah! That means nothing! She's lying!" Vanessa yelled. "She is not the one on trial Vanessa you are! This court meeting is about finding out how naughty you have been and what punishment you require! I'm not interested in anything else!" Miss Wallace yelled at Vanessa.

The former CEO finally realised the gravity of the situation. Miss Wallace was not going to listen to anything other than what she wanted. Vanessa cursed at herself for falling into this trap. The only way out was to play along. "Fine, I said I was naughty, there now what?" She stropped.