"What do you mean?" Nick shouted on the phone, unable to believe that his lawyer could not even get him to transfer to another facility.
He could already feel that his other inmates were staring at him as if they knew something he did not. He had managed to make friends with some. But in this place, you could never trust anybody.
They might seem friendly to him because they knew he had money, but once someone offered them more, they would turn their back on him. They might even be the ones who would stab him in the back.
"That is not acceptable." He shouted again, finding all his lawyers incompetent. He still rotted in jail. Yet, he kept paying them an enormous amount of money for their retainers fee.
He was afraid that if he did not get out of this place soon. He might die in his bed as he slept or now as he walked back in the hallway towards his cell.
