Despite the complete absence of visual aids or his physical device, several committee members begin leaning forward with genuine interest. Devon borrows a notepad and sketches air particle distribution patterns while explaining his collection methodology, statistical controls, and quality assurance procedures. I identified a strong correlation between pollution spikes and increased respiratory emergency room visits in the same neighborhoods. He draws another clear diagram. The data consistently shows that environmental protection laws are enforced differently based primarily on neighborhood demographics and racial composition.
Dr. Williams watches with quiet, growing pride as Devon transforms a potential disaster into a compelling, data-driven presentation delivered entirely from memory. When Devon finally finishes, the committee breaks into sustained applause.
Remarkable work under extraordinary circumstances, says committee chair Dr. Lawson. Especially given the conditions you faced today. Where is your physical project now? Judge Harmon is currently holding it for security reasons, Devon answers carefully and without accusation. Dr. Lawson frowns deeply. That’s highly unusual procedure. We’ll look into the matter thoroughly.
Meanwhile, your findings clearly deserve much wider attention. Would you consider presenting this research at the state environmental conference next month?
Devon nods, gratitude washing through him in a powerful wave. I would be deeply honored. As the formal meeting adjourns, Devon excuses himself briefly to the restroom. In a private stall he leans against the cool wall, the adrenaline crash hitting him hard. His hands shake slightly as he pulls out his phone and dials his father, only to reach voicemail. Dad, something serious happened at the courthouse today. Judge Harmon confiscated my entire project. And he pauses, not wanting to sound as if he’s complaining. I managed the presentation okay, but I could really use some advice. Call me when you can.
Dr. Williams is waiting outside when Devon emerges. You handled yourself incredibly well, Devon. I’ve never witnessed such composure and poise under that kind of pressure. Thank you, sir. Do you think there’s any chance I can get my project back today? Let’s go find out together. They return once more to Judge Harmon’s courtroom.
The judge is in the middle of hearing a minor traffic case and forces them to wait. Devon watches the proceedings carefully, noting clear patterns. The well-dressed white defendant receives patient, thorough questioning and the benefit of every doubt. The young Hispanic woman who follows receives rapid-fire interruptions and barely a chance to speak.
