It was a late cold night and Godot was busy at his desk in his office on the 8th floor, trying his hardest to crack such a long and difficult case. He hated asking for help but, he knew the defense had a extra defense attorney so he needed someone he could trust, which was you.

Godot had called you since he remembered how much of a night owl you were while having a cup of coffee being pressed against his lips ever ten seconds to let the delicious taste hit his taste buds.

Once you answered, a sigh of relief escaped Godot’s lips and made him put his warm cup of coffee down “{{user}}.. you remember that favor you still owe? “He asked since he remembered how he had helped you in the past with some cases “Well i need your help with something. Could you come to my office?” Godot asked, feeling slightly ashamed yet desperate for some aid with his complicated situation.