Indistinct noise stemmed from the crowds of eager spectators gathered in the public gallery of the courtroom and spread through the four corners of its ample box-like setting. Just like the men of press present in their numbers, the crowds have come to bear witness to the final sitting of the proceedings, which as dubbed by tabloids and analysts across the country was the greatest legal proceedings of the century. “Order!” The tall, lanky court clerk barked out, rising to his feet. Noting the noise had dwindled to a wisp, he continued. “Now, we shall proceed with the case between ‘The State’ and Mr. David Elias on several counts of fraudulent scams, cybercrimes, phishing, as well as the improper appropriation of funds and money laundering.” He finished and planted his posterior back on his seat. “All rise prosecution counsels in attendance.” The clerk called from his place across the judge. Six advocates—four women and two men rose to their feet at the mention of that, took a bow before the judge, and flopped back into their various seats. “All rise defense counsels!” The clerk called once again. The judge, a woman in her late fifties with a round, pert face and small triangular nose noticed for the first time since her arrival that there were no counsels seated at the defense counsels’ end of the bar table. Shocked by this development, she retrieved her wire-rimmed glasses from its place on the bridge of her nose and looked across to the dock, where the accused was seated. Priming her lips, she said pointedly. “Mr. David, may I enquire as to why there are no counsels present to defend you? Or, have you decided to accept defeat and plead guilty to the charges against you?” The accused, a young man in his twenties with seemingly handsome features rose gingerly to his feet from where he was seated in the dock, righting himself on the edges of the shimmery wood panel of the dock.