criticism towards David, a fact evident to everybody in the courtroom. Finally he gave his decision; David could have one, supervised weekend with his children every two months.
‘No Way, Merde! Two months, Francoise you ca n’t do this to me!’ David anxiously cried over to her, ‘you can’t do this to me!’ The feeling of embarrassment and anger overtook all common sense as it rushed through his body quicker that the blood flowing through his veins.
‘Calm down!’ Jacques was getting worried attempting to restrain his friend; he knew full well how David could lose his temper and all sense of consideration for others around him, ‘Please David calm down!’
Without thinking David 6’ frame easily brushed the 5 inches shorter and leaner Jacques aside, he needed to talk to Francoise but the guards in the courtroom were on him in seconds, they were prepared; he was renowned for this type of outburst. David’s brothers tried to get involved but other guards and photographers got between them, suddenly hidden cameras and cell phones appeared from nowhere.
‘Silence! I will not have this sort of behaviour in my court and confiscate those cameras,’ the Judge was shocked at the disrespect being displayed before him, ‘Take M. Corvasieur below, maybe two hours in a cell will bring him to his senses!’
There was uproar in the courtroom with a sudden rush for the doors as journalist after journalist tried to be the first with their exclusive. The photographers were having a party as extra guards were brought in to control the chaos and stop them from taking more photos.
Francoise wanted to shrink away and die she didn’t want this to happen, her hands covered her mouth in shock as she watched the guards dragging a struggling D avid below, still calling her. ‘ Why didn’t he agree to the terms we offered? ’ She understood how he felt but her job offer in Barcelona was beyond her dreams. Any more than one weekend trip per month to France or wherever he was working would be too much for the children, they were confused enough as it was, both with the move an d Papa no longer being around. ‘ Not that he was around that much anyhow, ’ Francoise attempted to convince herself, ‘ since the break-up he’s become too emotional towards the children, too close constantly telephoning them nearly every day - the hypocrite never did that when we were married. Maybe this divorce will do him good make him bloody grow up. ’
Observing her solicitor, a small bespectacled man now carefully filing away his paperwork choosing to ignore the bedlam surrounding him, she began thinking how he made up for his small stature in the thorough way he conducted his work. No wonder other married men fear him - his work and reputation is indisputable. Although he had warned her in advance she was still not prepared for what he produced in the courtroom. She couldn’t even build up the courage to look at David although she could feel his brooding dark brown eyes penetrating her from time to time throughout the proceedings. How stupid could she have been - always believing his excuses throughout their miserable lie of a marriage.
‘Can you get me out of here?’ Francoise pleaded to her solicitor.
‘I’m sorry Madame,’ he said unemotionally, always formal never getting involved with his clients, ‘but the only public exit is through those doors.’ Knowing full well that behind those doors were a pack of journalists from every French gossip magazine and newspaper, waiting to pound on Francoise and David’s brothers.
She put on a brave face, ‘Mon Dieu, thankfully this will be the last time I will have to face the wolves.’
‘Don’t worry we’ll get you through them , you don’t have to answer their questions. ’ Francoise turned to face the voice she happily welcomed, both of David’s tall brothers stood side by side ready to
‘No Way, Merde! Two months, Francoise you ca n’t do this to me!’ David anxiously cried over to her, ‘you can’t do this to me!’ The feeling of embarrassment and anger overtook all common sense as it rushed through his body quicker that the blood flowing through his veins.
‘Calm down!’ Jacques was getting worried attempting to restrain his friend; he knew full well how David could lose his temper and all sense of consideration for others around him, ‘Please David calm down!’
Without thinking David 6’ frame easily brushed the 5 inches shorter and leaner Jacques aside, he needed to talk to Francoise but the guards in the courtroom were on him in seconds, they were prepared; he was renowned for this type of outburst. David’s brothers tried to get involved but other guards and photographers got between them, suddenly hidden cameras and cell phones appeared from nowhere.
‘Silence! I will not have this sort of behaviour in my court and confiscate those cameras,’ the Judge was shocked at the disrespect being displayed before him, ‘Take M. Corvasieur below, maybe two hours in a cell will bring him to his senses!’
There was uproar in the courtroom with a sudden rush for the doors as journalist after journalist tried to be the first with their exclusive. The photographers were having a party as extra guards were brought in to control the chaos and stop them from taking more photos.
Francoise wanted to shrink away and die she didn’t want this to happen, her hands covered her mouth in shock as she watched the guards dragging a struggling D avid below, still calling her. ‘ Why didn’t he agree to the terms we offered? ’ She understood how he felt but her job offer in Barcelona was beyond her dreams. Any more than one weekend trip per month to France or wherever he was working would be too much for the children, they were confused enough as it was, both with the move an d Papa no longer being around. ‘ Not that he was around that much anyhow, ’ Francoise attempted to convince herself, ‘ since the break-up he’s become too emotional towards the children, too close constantly telephoning them nearly every day - the hypocrite never did that when we were married. Maybe this divorce will do him good make him bloody grow up. ’
Observing her solicitor, a small bespectacled man now carefully filing away his paperwork choosing to ignore the bedlam surrounding him, she began thinking how he made up for his small stature in the thorough way he conducted his work. No wonder other married men fear him - his work and reputation is indisputable. Although he had warned her in advance she was still not prepared for what he produced in the courtroom. She couldn’t even build up the courage to look at David although she could feel his brooding dark brown eyes penetrating her from time to time throughout the proceedings. How stupid could she have been - always believing his excuses throughout their miserable lie of a marriage.
‘Can you get me out of here?’ Francoise pleaded to her solicitor.
‘I’m sorry Madame,’ he said unemotionally, always formal never getting involved with his clients, ‘but the only public exit is through those doors.’ Knowing full well that behind those doors were a pack of journalists from every French gossip magazine and newspaper, waiting to pound on Francoise and David’s brothers.
She put on a brave face, ‘Mon Dieu, thankfully this will be the last time I will have to face the wolves.’
‘Don’t worry we’ll get you through them , you don’t have to answer their questions. ’ Francoise turned to face the voice she happily welcomed, both of David’s tall brothers stood side by side ready to
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