Ace Attorney Walkthrough Novels & Stories

He exhales like the weight of the world has just been lifted off his shoulders. “You need me to be with you when you speak to them?” “Hell no, don’t you worry that beautiful mind of yours. My solicitor is going to be present; she’s been onboard with the changes I want since I started negotiations with Austin.” I nod. “So, tell me where have you been looking at properties?” “Get me some food, woman and I’ll bring my mobile in and show you. I think you’ll be impressed. But honestly, if you want to speak to my agent or assistant and go on viewings then go ahead. I’ll happily follow wherever your heart wants to be, baby.”

The silence stretched long enough that I thought the call had dropped. "There may be," Mr. Creighton said finally. "But it would require calling in some favors. Making this a priority case. It's highly irregular." "Can you do it?" "I can try. But I'll need you to come to the office today. There are papers to sign, arrangements to make. Can you be here by nine?" I looked at the clock. That gave me just over two hours. "I'll be there." *** The law offices of Greystone & Associates took up the entire forty-seventh floor of a downtown high-rise. I'd been here twice before—once when Julian and I signed our wills, and again when I first came to start the erasure process.

I roll my eyes at him in return. I move out of the doorway, so Beau and his lawyers can step inside. I expect Beau to walk in first, but he lets his lawyers walk in before him. I guess he’s not as pompous as I thought. I know many CEOs who would never let their subordinates walk into a boardroom before them.

I walked over to the table and sat down in the chair closest to the door. I checked my watch. The time read exactly nine o'clock. I felt ready. The panic from the parking garage was gone, replaced by a cold, hard determination. I was prepared to sign the documents and walk away from my father's toxic influence forever. The boardroom door opened two minutes later. Mr. Vance walked into the room. He was the lead attorney I had hired to handle my grandfather's estate. He usually carried himself with extreme confidence. He was a sharp, focused lawyer who never backed down from corporate fights, and he possessed a reputation for destroying opposing counsel in court. However, his confident posture

The air thickened, the women glancing back and forth at each other and chorusing, “Sir?” “Honey, what's going on?” Diane asked. “That’s… Mr. Carter,” Craig whispered, his face draining of color. “From Carter Realty.” A collective gasp rippled through the room. The same women who had mocked Zara minutes ago now looked at Ace like he held the deed to their lives. “Do I have to report to you before checking on my properties now?” Ace asked sarcastically, hands resting inside his pockets. Mr. Vincent shook his head, “No, of course not, sir.”

Matthew drove to Midtown. If Vance and Associates wouldn't take my case, then there were other competitive law firms I could try. “Hi.” I smiled at the pretty receptionist. “How can I be of help?” “I’m here to speak with a family law attorney.” “Do you have an appointment?” “I don't.” “Okay,” her voice cracked. “What's your name?” She clicked the mouse, her eyes fixed on the screen. “I'm Kora Ellison.” She paused, slowly lifting her eyes to my face. Then back to the screen. That didn't look good. Good thing I was still wearing the shades Matthew had given me.

I muttered to myself. To barge into the office and do justice to the prosecutor might cause alarm in the firm since I did not know the kind of alarm system they had. Hence, I returned outside, got on the firm website, and checked through the attorney profile, looking for a Prosecutor Abel Cross. “Gotcha!” I said immediately as I saw his name underneath a picture. Just then, I knew what he looked like. Thirty minutes later, I saw him walking out of the firm. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, and he carried a briefcase in his hand, looking like he was headed home.

We met with my attorney in front of the courthouse house. “ Good morning sir,” he greeted. “ Good morning attorney,” I responded . “ Ready to fight some gold diggers?” He asked, I scoffed, with a smirk on my face. “ Yaa,” I responded. “ Good, that’s the spirit, now follow me,” he said and i followed him inside the courtroom, once we were inside, something looked strange, my pews were filled and Charlotte’s were empty, i wondered but anyway, she was known for always being late.

He could pull his connections and fire her if he wants. Alex stood in the lobby, his eyes scanning the space as he waited. Everything in the firm exuded professionalism — the marble floors, the glass walls, the expensive artwork hanging on the cemented walls, and the people coming in and out of the lobby dressed in their professional attires. The receptionist informed Alex of Atty. Humphrey’s office and she will meet him there. Once he reached the floor of the attorney’s office, he quickly went straight to the door where Atty. Graciela Humprey’s name was displayed. “Mr. Vermont,” she greeted him, her voice calm. “Please, come in.”

"But all we can do right now is see our options and make the best decisions we can.” She processes this, taking a deep breath. After a moment, she finally nods, squeezing my hand. "Okay, Bill. Let's do this." We step out of the car and walk toward the entrance. The lobby is quiet and understated, with worn wooden floors and framed diplomas on the walls. We check in with the receptionist, who directs us to the conference room where my lawyer is waiting. As we enter the room, I see Attorney Murphy already seated at the large, polished table, surrounded by stacks of files and documents. He stands up to greet us, extending his hand.