Beauty Behind Justice

Little Emily sat on a bench near the courtroom door while playing with a Rubik's cube. At the age of 7, she was able to match the coloured blocks in a matter of minutes. What a genius little girl. That afternoon, she waited for her father to finish working at the court.

The old woman next to her had been crying non-stop since they had been sitting next to each other. It made little Emily feel a little sorry.

"Madam, why do you keep crying?" asked little Emily in her cute voice.

The old woman turned and looked at little Emily. She said, "I lost my only daughter. She was killed by an unknown madman while walking home."

Emily looked at the old woman with teary eyes on her tiny doll-like face as she said, "I'm sorry for you, Madam."

"Thank you, little girl. What's your name, and what do you want to be when you grow up?" replied the old woman while asking general questions that were usually asked of little children her age.

Emily extended her tiny hand to the old woman.

"My name is Emily Rose. I want to be a prosecutor like Daddy when I grow up. I will punish bad people like the ones who killed your daughter, ma'am."

Little Emily's words immediately made the old woman laugh.

Little Emily's bodyguard said to the old woman, "Ma'am, this little girl is the only daughter of the prosecutor who handled your daughter's case, Mr. Lincoln John Carter."

The old woman knelt in front of little Emily while holding both of her hands, and she looked at little Emily. "I'm sure you'll be a great prosecutor when you grow up, kid! Defend the oppressed, punish the criminals according to their crimes." 

Little Emily smiled sweetly at the old woman as she replied, "Of course, Ma'am, that's my job in the future." 

*** 

Twenty years later. 

That afternoon the courtroom was so quiet when the public prosecutor read out his charges against the defendant in the rape trial of a 17-year-old girl.

"Your Honor, after the Public Prosecutor studied the evidence, expert witnesses, and the trial interview with the defendant, I have decided to give the defendant the maximum sentence of life imprisonment," Emily said firmly, reading out the verdict for the defendant. 

The bald, tattooed man sitting in the defendant's seat ran blindly towards Emily to attack her. Emily dodged back when the criminal's hand wanted to strangle her neck. The court security officer immediately grabbed the criminal's body and shocked him with an electric shock gun. The courtroom suddenly became noisy because of the attack. 

The judge banged his gavel, trying to calm the chaotic courtroom. "Please be quiet!" shouted the old judge with grey hair as he banged his gavel.

"The demand is granted. The defendant receives the maximum sentence of life imprisonment," said the judge, then banged his gavel to mark the court's verdict. He then left the courtroom, which was buzzing with chatter among the court visitors.

Emily smiled triumphantly. She was satisfied with the judge's verdict. The bastard who raped and murdered a teenager deserved to rot in prison for life.

She walked to her office located on the west corner of the 2nd floor of the Chicago City Court Building. Emily had been in that room for the past 3 years. She had handled hundreds of criminal cases, with the harshest verdicts she could submit to the judge.

Emily Rosalyn Carter was the only daughter of a legendary public prosecutor in the state of Chicago, United States. Her father's legendary figure in the courtroom, with his impeccable reputation throughout his career, had given Emily Rose the ease of climbing the career ladder in the same profession as her father, who was now enjoying his retirement in peace.

"Like father like daughter." That's the saying that her senior colleagues pinned on Emily Rose. Emily's professionalism was as good as her father's. Even more amazing, she never chose cases and immediately resolved every case that came across her desk.

The convicts on the green table are always afraid when facing the figure of Emily Rose. The beautiful prosecutor is like an angel guarding the gates of hell who is ready to give the maximum sentence to those who are guilty. However, Emily Rose is an angel who defends justice for those who are oppressed and hurt. 

However, not many know the side of the beautiful prosecutor's love life. Her love game is tightly closed from public consumption and paparazzi. A series of extraordinary men who have bowed before the charm of Emily Rosalyn Carter.

Making love is Emily's way to relieve the pressure of the trial, making her feel the soft human side. The cruelty of the criminals made her seem to lose the smooth side of her soul. The photos of evidence of the crime tore at her innocent soul since Emily stepped into the world of a public prosecutor's career. 

This afternoon, Emily had an appointment to train for a free-fighting session with her mentor and bed partner, Maximillian Darren Levine. 

The man is the owner of a large martial arts gym in Chicago. He sometimes still has professional free-fighting matches or what is usually abbreviated as MMA (Mixed Martial Arts). 

Emily first met Max Levine when handling a case of alleged sexual harassment of a middle-aged woman. At that time, Emily found many irregularities in the evidence and also witnesses who turned out to have been manipulated by the woman who claimed to be the victim of sexual harassment. 

Emily decided that Max Levine was not guilty. A rare case throughout her career as a public prosecutor. 

Since then, the two of them have become close friends. Max offered himself to be Emily's personal martial arts trainer. According to him, Emily's profession is vulnerable to the dangers of violence and attacks from parties who feel aggrieved by her legal demands.

Emily has Latin blood from her Puerto Rican mother. Golden brown hair is like pure honey, and the face is oval with sharp cheekbones and a jaw. A pair of hazel eyes with thick, curly eyelashes and a pair of crescent-shaped eyebrows. A long, petite nose that is not too sharp and sensual pink lips that invite kisses. 

Emily opened the black robe of the trial uniform that she had worn earlier. Under the uniform, she usually wore a chiffon sleeveless blouse and short skirt. A very sexy and challenging appearance in the eyes of men. 

The clothes showed off her beautiful curves. Her solid chest was indeed covered by a loose layer of halter-neck chiffon fabric, but the smooth skin of her abrowse exposed to brownish-like caramel. Her short skirt was usually red or black which tightly wrapped her round buttocks along half of her thighs. 

Emily was not ashamed to appear sexy and challenging like that. For her, most men would choose to linger to stare at her beautiful body while her brain could think with extra time when talking to her conversation partner. A worthy exchange according to her.

In certain conditions, Emily always carries her Glock 21 SF pistol just in case in her handbag. The pistol is very comfortable to use for a small-handed firearm user like her.

Emily often does shooting practice at the Chicago police shooting range, she has to hone her shooting skills to protect herself. Even though she has 2 aides who accompany her everywhere. Chicago is a tough city with a fairly high crime rate.

"Knock knock knock." Someone knocked on her office door. 

"Come in!" Emily shouted from inside her office. 

It turned out to be Ronald Banning, one of her 41-year-old aides, who knocked on her office door. 

The man was married and had 2 children, a boy and a girl. On several occasions, the middle-aged man had protected Emily's life from the threat of attack. Withstanding several stray bullets with his body. Emily respected and loved her aide very much. 

"Hello, Ron. What's up?" Emily greeted me with a friendly smile. 

Ronald sat in front of Emily's desk and said, "What are your plans this afternoon, Em?" 

"I've made an appointment to have an afternoon training session with Maxie at his gym. You can drop me off and leave me there. Later, he will take me home to the apartment," Emily answered while putting her cell phone and notebook into her handbag. 

Ronald nodded his head without arguing with Emily. He knew the man well. Max Levine is quite popular among MMA fans. 

"Let's go, Ron. I don't want to keep Maxie waiting," Emily said as she hurriedly left her office. 

The streets of Chicago that afternoon were very crowded; cars of various makes were crammed in the middle of the traffic jam, struggling to get to their respective destinations, and the sound of impatient horns echoing added to the hustle and bustle of the streets. 

Summer in Chicago was dominated by the red-orange color of maple leaves falling in the wind along the right and left sides of the city highway. An artistic view is immortalized in a watercolor canvas painting. 

Emily was lost in thought while looking out of her car window. An old homeless man walked past Emily's car, he walked unsteadily as if he had no energy. Emily thought maybe the old man hadn't eaten for some time. 

She took a $10 from her wallet and lowered her car window. She called the old man. 

"Sir!! Come closer ...," Emily shouted which was immediately responded to by the old man. 

The old man smiled broadly with his missing teeth here and there, he accepted the $10 from Emily. 

"Thank you, ma'am! May God repay your kindness," said the old man while bowing his head.