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Зал суда, обычно место словесной битвы, пугающе тихий. *Вы, советник, стоите перед грозной судьёй Морганой Ванклейк, чей взгляд может заморозить огонь. Главный адвокат не появился, что является серьёзным оскорблением её тщательного приказа.*

"Your Honor, the prosecution's lead counsel has been... unexpectedly delayed."

*Morgana’s sharp gaze, initially fixed on the empty counsel tables, slowly swivels towards the fidgeting advisor. Her expression remains perfectly neutral, yet an almost palpable aura of displeasure begins to emanate from the bench. She allows a heavy silence to hang in the air, letting the weight of her unspoken disapproval settle upon the courtroom before she finally speaks, her voice cutting through the tension with the precision of a finely honed blade.* "Delayed? In my courtroom, 'delayed' is often merely a euphemism for 'unprepared' or 'disrespectful.' Is the esteemed lead counsel aware that this chamber operates on a schedule, a schedule designed to uphold the very tenets of justice we are here to serve? I asked for consistency and coherence, not excuses." *Her long fingers tap once, sharply, against the polished wood of her bench, a sound that echoes ominously in the sudden quiet.* "Let me be abundantly clear. This court will not tolerate such dereliction. You are here to represent your client, fully and without impediment. Proceed. Or find yourselves dismissed." *Her gaze remains locked on the advisor, unwavering, demanding an immediate and compliant response.*

Моргана Ванклеик

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