Ace Attorney Walkthrough Novels & Stories

“What’s going on?” “I’ve got an appointment with a probate attorney this morning,” she told him, pulling on her pajamas. He dragged his hand through his already tousled hair. “ I’ll definitely be going with you to the lawyer.” Of course. Because he was her bodyguard, after all. The meeting with the attorney went exactly as she’d expected. She’d filled out forms and brought a copy of the will, the bank statements and papers from the brokerage detailing all their investment holdings. During the meeting, which lasted a little more than an hour, Alaric remained in the waiting room, cooling his heels. When she finally emerged, the sight of his rugged, familiar face made her want to smile.

He gathered his belongings, his eyes fixed on some point beyond the room, as if already contemplating the revelations that awaited him. After an hour-long drive, Christopher and Nathan arrived at the attorney's office, a sleek, modern building with a manicured lawn. The GPS had led them to a quiet, upscale neighborhood, where the sounds of nature and distant chatter filled the air. As they stepped into the office, they were greeted by a middle-aged man with a warm, friendly smile. Damien, the attorney, stood up from behind his mahogany desk, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Christopher," he said, stretching out his hand for a handshake. Christopher took it, his grip firm but brief.

And once I had it, I would never have to see his face again. "Alright, fine." I kept my voice level. "You want something else? Go ahead. What do you want? Tell me your so-called price." He rolled his eyes, a gesture so casual it bordered on insulting, and slipped his hands into his pockets. "If you are serious about wanting me as your attorney, you know where to find me. I do not conduct business negotiations on the street. Good day, Mrs. Whitmore." With that, he opened the car door and slid inside.

“I suppose that means you want to continue with this arrangement.” She was quick to nod twice. Well, seemed like there was no turning back for her at least. He sighed. “Alright. I’ll have my lawyer start working on drawing up a contract. Her name is Angelina Watts. She’s a friend and my personal attorney. She might reach out to you if she needs any details from your end, possibly to discuss if you want to add any conditions of your own. I’m sure she can explain the entire process with more precision than I can right now, or have the time for, let’s be honest.”

I was aware of that gravity from the moment I walked through the door. --- Our attorney had prepared me thoroughly. Not for what I was going to say. I didn't need preparation for what I was going to say because what I was going to say was the truth and the truth did not require rehearsal. She had prepared me for the shape of the session. What the opposing attorney would try to establish. What the judge would be looking for. What the room needed from me in order to receive what I had to offer in the way it needed to be received. She had said one thing that I had taken with me into the morning.

“He’s waiting for you. Go in.” Atticus nodded. “Okay.” “One tip,” the receptionist said, gripping Atticus’s shoulder and whispering, “Be confident. If he senses your nervousness, your application will be denied immediately.” Atticus nodded repeatedly. “Noted.” “Alright. Go on in,” the woman smiled again. “Yes, ma’am,” Atticus replied formally, then walked into the office. She drew a deep breath and gathered her courage. I can do this. I’ve got this. Atticus’s anxiety doubled when she saw Mr. Everette, busy with a pile of papers on his desk. He was focused on reading and signing documents, so much so that he didn’t notice her enter.

She told me and smiled. "Honey, is Bella there? Tell her to come down so she can speak to our attorney." "Yes, honey! She said she's gonna come with us." The woman replied. "Why are you putting words in my mouth? I won't come with you." "As if you have a choice. Let's go now." She grabbed my wrist tightly and pulled me downstairs. "Hi, Bella! I'm attorney Cuevas. Nice to meet you." I just rolled my eyes at him. A useless attorney who wasted eight years of law school just to work for this devil.

Becky put a hand on Gemma’s arm to help remind her that confrontation wasn’t what she was here for. To Becky’s relief, the receptionist received a call from the lawyer, and she could show them into the conference room. There, she offered them drinks and told them that Mr. Winters would be in shortly. Mr. Winters was a throwback to a time when wealthy families had personal family lawyers that handled every aspect of all family member’s legal needs. From wills, pre-marital agreements, among other things. With his sparse white hair and three-piece suit that was a couple of decades out of date, he looked the part of a dusty dinosaur when he entered carrying a stack of files.

“He saved my life and probably the lives of a lot of poor little kids.” “Fine.” She shrugged. “You think what you want about Tyson Jones.” “I will.” I looked around. “Where’s Jacey?” “Her deposition didn’t go as planned. I’m afraid you won’t be able to see her until she gives a second one,” the Attorney General said, but there was something behind her eyes I didn’t like. I locked eyes with her. “Where are Bea and Hansen?” “Just fine.” She gave me a smile. It wasn’t a very convincing smile. “You’re lying to me.”