Submission

Mark Miller stood in the court room with stunned silence as he heard the judge slam her hammer down three times. In his entire career as a lawyer, he had never lost a case. He looked over to his client, CEO of Sinclair Electronics Vanessa Sinclair, with sorrow. "I'm sorry, it's the best I could do..." He told her. The black haired diva refused to acknowledge him, which usually meant something bad.

His client, Vanessa, had been charged with various forms of discrimination and fraud, all of which had obvious evidence that pointed to her guilt. She hired Mark because of his success rate, he had managed to get murderers and rapists completely free of charges, even though he knew they did it. He wasn't a good man, which is why Vanessa hired him.

He had battled this case for a few months, and was adamant that all Vanessa would receive was a small fine that would be pocket money to her. It wasn't until this very day, that everything changed. Just prior to the court session, Mark was given an anonymous tip that the government had introduced a new sentence and were going to trial it with Vanessa. The tip, happened to be a small fortune of a million dollars.

Mark could not pass up this opportunity, he was rich! It was far more money than his rich client had paid him, so he accepted the money. When the hammer hit the judge's stand, Mark felt fear for the first time as he realised this was his first loss.

Vanessa refused to speak to him after the session, he watched her storm over to her Rolls Royce and drive away. Mark shrugged his shoulders, he was rich! He rushed back to his small apartment and and hid the money in his drawer. He planned on being sensible and spending it on a new house and other essentials.

Mark began to strip infront of a mirror. His muscular frame made him happy, and now he had the money to go with it. He shuffled his perfect brown styled short hair so he looked immaculate and stepped into his shower. He spent a good hour pampering himself up, a nice reward for a very successful day. Not once did he feel guilt for ditching Vanessa, or for any of the victims from his past clients.

Mark woke up the next morning, he must've passed out as soon as he got out the shower as he was lying naked on the floor. He quickly stood up and walked into the living room. When he picked up his phone he noticed a few missed calls from his colleague Tom. He decided to give him a ring and see what's up. "Tom what did I tell you about spamming me?" He asked, slightly annoyed.

"Mark. I don't know what happened with that Sinclair case but you're fucked. You're--"

"Woah woah slow down Tom. What the fuck do you mean?" Mark asked and crossed his eyebrows. Go online Mark, it's everywhere, your bribes, all those evil clients who paid you to get them outta trouble, it's all there!" Tom yelled in a panic.

Mark hung up straight away and opened up his twitter account. As soon as he saw his feed he knew Tom was right. Without a moment's hesitation, Mark used his strength and snapped the phone in half. He then began to pack his bags with all the essentials he'd need to move out.

Mark had prepared for this, when you have so many corrupt clients and bribes he needed a way out. His plan was to move to a small location he'd heard about and lay low while he can restore his career. With a million dollars in his hands, he could live peacefully away from it all anyways.

Mark loaded his car and sat in the drivers seat. He put the destination into his sat nav, took a sigh and accelerated. "Here we go.."