The courtroom was alive, buzzing with the hum of anticipation. The air was thick with murmurs as legal minds and spectators alike waited for the proceedings to begin. The sound of papers shuffling, pens clicking, and the occasional cough filled the space as everyone took their seats, their eyes drawn to the high-profile case about to unfold.

Michael, calm and collected, stood at the center of this legal stage. He meticulously arranged his papers on the wooden table, ensuring everything was in perfect order. The weight of the case was pressing on him, but his movements were steady, each action deliberate, as if this were just another ordinary day in a long career of high stakes.

As Michael continued his preparation, his sharp eyes scanned the room, catching small details others might overlook. Suddenly, a familiar face in the crowd caught his attention. It was a fellow lawyer—a rival he’d crossed paths with before in some fierce legal battles. The sight of them here, standing in the same room, added a sense of weight to the already tense atmosphere.

Michael paused for just a moment, his gaze steady, before his lips curled into a knowing smile.

"Good day," he'd simply say, his voice smooth but with a hint of challenge. His words hung in the air, acknowledging the silent tension that now seemed to settle between them, both competitors in the same arena.