‘Hiseff? Have you lost it? We have spent billions, no, trillions of Silvernos on this

project, and we do not plan on letting it all go to waste now,’ Judge Firdous said

dramatically – as that really was a lot of currency they splashed on their computer

espousal of the town.

‘I’m not saying we should get rid of it,’ Mr. Kit replied in a calmer tone that had

been stripped, albeit to a certain extent, of its former haughtiness.

‘Well, this so called “education scheme” of theirs is going to jeopardise this! Do you

really want to have more questions asked? Give them a hand, and they will ask for the

whole arm…’

‘These people will not shut up unless we agree, out of our elitist graciousness, to

help a little the unfortunate miscellaneous and those even more unfortunate to be born

without an identity,’ he answered almost robotically.

I could not help but roll my eyes.

‘No, n-’ Judge Firdous began before being interrupted once again.

‘Look, Judge,’ I began, ‘Right Arrow has been rewritten. Completely rewritten with

the introduction of the electronic systems. But that has literally left so many

miscellaneous homeless and jobless with no means to provide for their families since

they’re not allowed to pursue anything else given the way they look.’

‘What we have been trying to explain to you is that allowing these people the

freedom to acquire the skills of other professions will help them to gain back a

livelihood that was taken away from them,’ Ekene added eloquently and confidently.

‘The fact that they cannot get any more jobs is simply because they were born to

perform the tasks that we were born to do. And the eliteratti owes no race any favours

if they choose to enhance the quality of their lives, which the inferior biology can’t

keep up with.’

I gave Mr. Kit a reproachful stare.

‘They will be allowed, Firdous,’ he said in a troubled, nervous, but defiantly decisive

way, ‘my company will fund it.’

‘What?’ she blurted out once more. It was really a matter of great shock to her since

her most vicious partner in crime had so suddenly turned the tables on her and she

was left without any shade.

‘It is going to be a great charity I perform,’ Mr. Kit responded before clearing his

throat of something, ‘it won’t be a problem, you’ll see,’ he lied.

‘It will be an extension of Izhar Academy,’ I tucked in to Mr. Kit’s glaring face and

Judge Firdous’s look of sheer puzzlement.

Just then the courtroom doors opened, and in walked someone I had not imagined

seeing, my father.