An Innocent Client Novels & Stories

The receptionist replied a calm: "Of course." Georgia waited, alone, in the empty room. Along with her excessive imagination, she was a little claustrophobic. There were no windows. There was a sky-light and direct lighting. On the far wall was a picture of a stern man who glowered at her. Chair had been placed around an oval table which held an empty pitcher on a tray glasses that had been turned upside down. And there was a telephone. If no one came for her, she could use the phone to call for help. How would the polic get inside to find her? A SWAT team would figure it out. It was their job to help citizens held in windowless rooms against their will.

He’s not the one calling his only child, ‘the boy’, there’s no need to be embarrassed. Plus, it could be worse, he could call me, ‘the money maker’, like I’ve heard him refer to me countless times, or even my alias, ‘courtroom ghost’. Anything really, is better than ‘my son’, then I would really die. “Yes sir, Attorney Carson found evidence to prove his client innocent.” My head snaps up to meet his eyes, they are shining with something, especially as he lays thick emphasis on ‘Attorney’. I swallow thickly before looking away.

Imman, who was still furious, replied to Gabriel Santos, his former client(a businessman who was accused of money laundering but was acquitted for lack of evidence) "Let that man knows that my time is as precious as his time if he wants to insult me, fine! He could that all he wants, I don't give a damn! But I won't spend a second of my time listening to his nonsensical ideas. Please find a new lawyer sir! I am going now! There are other cases that I have to look into, bye!" He was already at the parking area when Mr. Santos called and begged if he could spare a minute of his time. "Please attorney, hear me out!" he said and continued, "My friend was just worried that the lawyer who is going

She replied sharply. " Alright, Mrs Smith, I will just be putting the prisoner back in her cell. I will be with you in a minute." He stuck the key in the keyhole. "I don't think so, officer Simon's. Ella Woods is my client and I would prefer her in the board room with me. She is not a prisoner." Mrs Smith eyes squinted as she stared holes into him. "She is guilty." Officer Simon's turned the key. " Innocent until proven guilty. I would like to see your proof." Mrs Smith shut the gate firmly. The swift movement made officer Simon's jump.

The words hung in the air like smoke. My lawyer stood as soon as it was done, voice steady, practiced from years of performing control in front of chaos. “Your Honor, my client, Mr. Damien Wolfe, maintains his innocence. He has cooperated fully with the authorities since the beginning of this investigation and has presented no risk of flight. The charges being read are based on a series of assumptions built around incomplete information and deliberate misrepresentation.” The judge didn’t react. He looked down again at the file, turned a page, and nodded for the prosecutor to proceed.

“Truth is negotiable. Optics are not.” “Why are you involved?” I asked bluntly. “Professional obligation.” “For Grace?” “For my client.” “And who is your client?” I pressed. There was a pause. “My clients are confidential.” “Really?” He smiled faintly. “I represent several individuals in related matters.” Camille. The thought slammed into me. “Is Camille Paine one of them?” I asked. His expression didn’t change. “I don’t discuss other clients.” There it was, but he continued calmly, “You’re delaying the inevitable. A public apology would end this.”

My face was heavy with anger, and I knew this time that I might truly end one of their lives. "Your Honour, based on my client's profile, there's been no criminal record of him whatsoever. I believe justice would truly be served, Your Honour," Natasha Lee said before exiting to her seat, but the judge made no reaction. "I have one more witness for today," the prosecutor said, as I could see a cop, the same cop who was probably in charge of my cell. I wondered what he had to say, or was he probably paid by Ambrose?

"This is it; this is exactly what we need right now," Martha said, squinted her eyes at Luke's laptop. "We can through facial ID and– "Now, before you get too excited," Luke said, closing down his laptop. "We did this to get proof to show that my client is not a criminal and is not guilty of as ascribed crimes and it turned out we got exactly what we needed and more," he grabbed his laptop from her table and her eyes grew bigger, "I will only give this videos to you if you assure that it proves beyond doubt that Mr. Benson Astor is, in fact, innocent," he screwed his face and backed away from her table.

levis said. “We should not get ahead of ourselves and as a prosecutor you know very well that any individual no matter the evidence that is there is presumed to be innocent unless proven guilty by a court of law and as I know you are not a judge but a prosecutor. So I have the right to say you are harassing my client by calling him a criminal and that is not acceptable.

I said, voice flat. He nodded. “You’ve caused my clients considerable distress by accusing their sons of injuring your brother, despite the lack of evidence and no witnesses coming forward. The police only made that claim after your involvement. If my clients decide to sue, you won’t just face jail time, you’ll lose everything. I’ve lost only three trials in my career, I’m very good at making sure people face their punishment.” “...” “If my clients decide to sue, nobody will risk defending you if it means offending me,” he said. “But you’re still a college student, and my clients are generous. They may consider pardoning you this once.”