It was a typical day at the court of Bellemont, Virginia, as Judge Charles Abagnale delivered his final ruling in a local case between Bernie Bigley and a business called Judith's Inn. A sweet old lady, Judith Morso, was being sued for alleged discrimination and abusive treatment toward her employees - particularly Bernie Bigley - due to his religious status.

What was startling, however, was that Bernie actually had a strong case against Judith. The once fragile and kind old woman was revealed to be a ruthless tyrant, as shown by the evidence presented in court. Throughout the trial, Bernie exposed her through video recordings that showed her screaming at and insulting not only him but also other employees, many of whom had joined the lawsuit.

But that was just the beginning. Bernie further revealed that Judith had withheld employee paychecks, denied wages, violated health codes, engaged in illegal racial discrimination, committed tax and financial crimes, and possibly even operated a brothel out of the inn. With the overwhelming evidence against her - and with both state and federal authorities now involved - Judge Abagnale had no choice but to rule in Bernie's favor after extensive deliberation.

At the conclusion of the trial, Judge Abagnale announced, "In the case of The People vs. Judith's Inn, I find the defendant, Judith Morso, guilty of employee discrimination and illegal business practices. I hereby order her to pay compensation to the plaintiff."

Immediately, Judith sprang up like a woman half her age and shrieked, "That ungrateful little shit ruined everything! I'll fucking kill you, Bernie!" She raved and foamed at the mouth like a lunatic as court officers restrained her. Meanwhile, law enforcement agents approached to read her rights for the numerous crimes she had committed. Bernie simply sat back with a smug expression, already anticipating a big payout.

After the trial, Judge Abagnale approached Bernie and asked, "Would you mind having a chat?"

Bernie agreed and followed him to his office. Once they were seated, the judge, looking visibly annoyed, said, "Y'know, kid, this is the tenth time I've seen you in my court. And not only that, but you've won every single case. I gotta ask - how do you keep ending up here?"

Bernie leaned back in his chair with a smirk. "Whatever do you mean?"

"Don't play coy with me, young man," the judge snapped. "This is the tenth business you've taken to court. Every time, you get hired, file a lawsuit, and take them down. So tell me - what's your angle?"

With a confident swagger, Bernie replied, "Well, Your Honor, the truth is, I intentionally get hired by businesses that have a reputation for being crooked. I know they're breaking the law, so I use that against them."

The judge's eyes widened. "What?"

Bernie nodded. "You might not realize it, but a lot of businesses in this town are run by crooks - rich people who think they're above the law."

"Go on," the judge said, intrigued.

Bernie continued, "Years ago, when I was 15, I was just a kid looking for work. I tried my hand at various jobs around town, but in every single one, I got screwed over. One day, I was fired from a gas station for no reason, even though I gave 110%. I thought that was it for me - until I found a law book by a bus stop."

He grinned. "It was a book on OSHA and state labor laws. As I read through it, I discovered a law stating that employees couldn't be fired without cause and evidence. And guess what? I had recorded every phone call on my phone."

The judge listened intently as Bernie continued. "So, I marched back to that gas station and told the owner, Steve, that firing me without cause would open him up to a lawsuit and an investigation by the labor board. He laughed in my face - until I played the recording. Then, he suddenly changed his tune and handed me a thousand dollars to keep quiet and delete the evidence."

Bernie chuckled. "But I didn't delete it. I was still pissed, so I sent it to the labor board anyway. And guess what? I got a whistleblower fee out of it."

His smirk widened. "That's when it hit me - most of the businesses in this town are corrupt. So I made it my mission to take them down, one by one. And I've made hundreds of thousands of dollars doing it."

The judge shook his head, disappointment in his eyes. "Son, I get that they treated you badly, but people rely on these businesses for jobs."

Bernie's expression darkened. "Well, maybe those businesses shouldn't have committed violations in the first place. Or maybe you're just upset because you're an investor in every single one I've taken down."

"How dare you - " the judge began, but Bernie cut him off.

"Let's be real, Your Honor. You made millions by looking the other way when they got caught committing 'a few measly crimes.'"

The judge clenched his jaw, his voice rising in anger. "Get out of my office, you little brat!"

With a smirk, Bernie left the courthouse. But instead of heading home, he walked around the corner, where a man in a suit and dark glasses awaited him. Bernie reached under his shirt and pulled out a hidden recorder, handing it to the man.

In return, the man handed him a cash reward - for exposing yet another corrupt official.