Dr. Williams watches with quiet pride as Devon transforms potential disaster into a compelling presentation. When Devon finishes, the committee applauds. Remarkable work, says committee chair Dr. Lawson. Especially under these circumstances. Where is your project now? Judge Harmon is holding it for security reasons. Devon answers carefully. Dr. Lawson frowns. That’s unusual. We’ll look into it. Meanwhile, your findings deserve wider attention. Would you consider presenting at the state conference next month?
Devon nods, gratitude washing over him. I’d be honored. As the meeting adjourns, Devon excuses himself to the restroom. In a private stall, he leans against the wall. The adrenaline crash hits him hard. His hands shake slightly as he pulls out his phone. He dials his father, but gets voicemail. Dad, something happened at the courthouse. Judge Harmon confiscated my project. And he pauses, not wanting to sound like he’s complaining. I managed okay, but I could use some advice. Call when you can.
Dr. Williams waits outside. You did incredibly well, Devon. I’ve never seen such poise under pressure. Thank you. Do you think I can get my project back today? Let’s find out. They return to Judge Harmon’s courtroom. The judge is hearing a minor case. He spots Devon and Dr. Williams, but makes them wait. Devon watches the proceedings, noting patterns. The well-dressed white defendant receives patient questioning. The young Hispanic woman who follows gets rapid fire interruptions.
After an hour, the courtroom clears. Judge Harmon finally acknowledges them. Still here, Mr. Taylor? Yes, sir. I’ve completed my presentation and would like to collect my project. That won’t be possible today. Our security team needs to complete their inspection. Dr. Williams interjects. Judge Harmon, Devon needs his equipment. It contains months of irreplaceable data. Should have thought of that before bringing unauthorized devices into a federal building.
Devon meets Judge Harmon’s gaze. When can I expect it back, sir? When we’re satisfied it’s safe. Could be days, could be weeks. Devon makes a silent vow, his expression betraying nothing. He thanks the judge politely, turns and walks out with perfect composure. Once outside, he makes another call, this time to a different number. Uncle James, I need some legal advice about property confiscation in a federal building. His uncle’s voice comes through clearly. Tell me everything.
Who is Uncle James and what legal strategy might he suggest? The next morning, Devon arrives at school, his mind still on his confiscated project. His physics teacher, Ms. Reynolds, pulls him aside after class. Devon, what happened yesterday? Dr. Williams called me. Devon explains the situation carefully, sticking to facts without emotion. Ms. Reynolds expression darkens. Judge Harmon had no right to keep your property without cause. Have you told your father?
