Ace Attorney Online Novels & Stories

My attorney’s name sat near the top. I typed fast. “Escalate the case against Hale immediately. We have a cooperating witness. I want a legal strategy updated tonight. No delays.” I hit send, then I leaned back in my chair, staring out at the city skyline while something close to cold resolve settled deeper inside me.

she pleaded. Rachel ignored her, smoothing her hair with one hand before opening our front door. Light from powerful flashlights immediately swept across her face. "Good evening, gentlemen," she said, her voice carrying the confident authority I remembered from our first meeting years ago. "I'm Rachel Winters, family attorney. Mr. Henderson and Ms. Mitchell are unavailable at the moment. I'd be happy to assist you." From my position in the shadows, I could make out two broad-shouldered men in tactical gear standing on our porch. Behind them, car headlights illuminated a slim figure emerging from the middle SUV.

How could she test him if she didn't give him all the pieces? Elara pulled out her phone with trembling fingers and searched for Chen & Associates. The website was simple. Professional. One of those single-attorney practices that specialized in estate law and "confidential document management" which was code for "we keep secrets for very rich people." There was a phone number. It was past midnight. Normal people didn't answer their phones at midnight. But something in Elara's gut told her Sarah Chen wasn't normal people. A woman who'd been holding a sealed letter for twenty-three years wouldn't keep office hours.

“Some pain in the ass District Attorney named Mark Greystone has been sending letters of complaint to our district office for months. I believe this prosecutor is the same guy and, if he has a personal grudge against the Postal Service, this could get ugly. If Rachel thinks she can help us, I really don’t see any harm..,” Dean was losing his patience. “Look, Alex. We already told you we can handle this guy. You don’t need outside counsel. If you do exactly what we tell you, we’ll be out of here before dinner,” To Rachel he added, “Ms. Clark, please feel free to stay for the hearing if you like, but leave the legal expertise to the experts,” Ignoring the insult, Rachel reluctantly picked up h

I felt no attachment whatsoever. It was time to move. Honestly, though, I realized how few things I actually owned in this house. Third Person's POV Over the next two days, Kelsey focused on two things: gathering bail money and finding a lawyer to save Madison and Hattie. Since Patience refused to sign the letter of understanding, they would be prosecuted. This was something he desperately wanted to avoid. But none of New York's top four law firms would touch the case, which meant Kelsey hadn't slept much in two days.

Four attorneys, two paralegals, and one administrator named Carl, who has worked there since the practice opened, knows where everything is and tells you once. Adaeze meets me at the door. She is forty, sharp, and shaped by years of being underestimated, long enough to stop caring, long enough to use it. She shakes my hand. “Welcome,” she says. “You have three cases waiting.” She is not joking. By ten o’clock, I have reviewed two wrongful termination files and one housing discrimination case involving a family in the Bronx who have been waiting eleven months for resolution. By noon, I had called opposing counsel on the housing case. By two, I have filed a motion.

“Okay, what time?” “What about 1pm or probably 2?” “I’ll be there.” “I’ll text you the name of the place as well as the address.” He hung up, and not a moment after the phone beeped with a text message from him. “’Beauty and Essex 1615 Cahuenga Blvd, Los Angeles, CA 90028. Please don’t be late and remember you will get to see who’s telling the truth. Me or Mr. Williams... I speak facts, not bavardage. But then again, you’re my lawyer, you’re inclined to believe me.”

“Here. I spoke to my Dad and he suggested you use one of his newest employees. He’s pretty good and he's interested in your case.” “Eddie Mason Esq.” I stare at the minimalist white and purple card before looking up. “Can we meet up today?” “Of course. But will Ace allow you?” “Who’s gonna tell him?” With determination, I punch in the lawyer’s phone number. ***** “Who the fuck are you?” Ace glares at Eddie the second he walks into the living room to find us discussing. Blond-haired Eddie sits up on the sofa. “Back to what we were talking about,” I snap my fingers at Eddie’s eye level. “Isn't there a way to remove the lien? My father’s lawyer says his hands are tied and he can't really help m

I don't know if I should smile to that or not. She laughed and we sat. "Anyway, I'm Charlotte Jackson and I will be your attorney. Let's get started" She brought out her laptop. "Mr. Williams hired my firm to be your outside counsel to assist you in the contract negotiations, have you seen the contract yet?" "No" "No? It should have been sent to you" She said as she typed quickly on her laptop and turned the screen to my face. I peered at the document, twenty-five pages? Nah.

Then he sat with the document in his hands and thought about Amara calling him on Sunday. Stay safe, Leo. I mean it. He pulled up a browser on his personal phone. He typed a name into the search field. David Chen. Attorney. The law firm's website came up immediately. Clean and professional, a phone number at the top of the page. Leo stared at it for a long time. Then he pressed the call. The phone rang.