An Innocent Client Novels & Stories

I use the distraction to slide over to the receptionist’s desk. “Uh… Good morning…” I sigh, trying to figure out my words. She grunts her response and I proceed anyway. “I’m looking for a client— I cleaned his room and did his laundry. He owes me something.” She frowns. “That's ridiculous.” “I know.” I jump in. “Which is why I need help to… at least get rewarded.” “Uhm,” she sucks her teeth. “My apologies, ma’am, but we don't give out the details of our clients.”

They ate dinner in the midst of pointless banter and then Susie asked what was on her mind. “Did you really help your boss to deceive that poor woman to that extent?” “Let me guess. You are talking about Ella,"Tracy said after a deep sigh. “Yes.” “It is not as black and white as it sounds. He’s my client. Everything we discuss or transact is under lawyer client privilege so we can’t discuss it.” “Yet you gave her back her properties and money and told her the truth.” “I’m just giving her a chance to restart her life. It’s the least I can do.”

It was clear that the only things occupying his hands were a donut and his phone, his feet kicked up on the table while he seemed engrossed in whatever was on the screen, completely indifferent to my presence. I chose not to argue and simply took a seat, waiting in silence. I couldn't help but overhear a female officer ask about me, "What's up with the homeless girl?" The man at the front desk cast a brief look in my direction before returning to his phone, dismissively responding, "Who knows, she probably wants somewhere safe to sleep tonight and thought here would be the best place."

Authors pov A handsome guy (Felix Johnson- male protagonist) is in hurry to attend the important meeting, his driver is driving the car but suddenly he put a break making him a jerk. "What happened?" "Boss..." Before he completes his sentence, the handsome boss heard a sweet voice apologising to him. Without his will, he saw the owner of that voice and got awestruck seeing a gorgeous beauty. "Sorry sir, this little girl unknowingly came in between so..." A girl who stopped the car says.

Detective Cortez asked. “My client is innocent. She has no part in this whatsoever and I think the whole department should be looking for the killer instead of focusing on false leads and baseless theories, which is what you have done. So, you can continue wasting your time on my client if you wish, and we could just continue sitting here in this room, and doing nothing about the murder that is still unsolved.” The man looked up at the detective, meeting his eyes for a fraction of a second before Cortez glanced away. “But then again, this is your job, so if you want to keep your job, you should find the killer before the whole town starts pointing fingers at you and the department for being

“You’re early.” “I’m always early when someone’s trying to put my client in a cell,” I replied, sitting. “It keeps my blood pressure interesting.” She gave me a small smile. “We’re still waiting on the charging documents.” “Of course we are,” I said. “Silvia loves suspense.” Ms. Lacey glanced down. “Your client is Mr. Maddox Mercer?” “Yes.” Her brow lifted slightly. “The security company.” “The one and only.” She cleared her throat. “The People will likely argue no bail.”

Hi I'm Amira, 25, a lawyer. I live here in the Philippines. Guess what? I'm nothing unique. I'm just like any other person in my occupation. Only that I don't accept criminal clients. I only accept victim clients, and well, also those 'criminal' clients but only those I know are innocent. One thing I have learned in my profession, is to see who's lying or not. But, love is blind. One more thing, my life, is full of things i've never wished for.

I couldn't lose this case as many people watched it and I knew my client was innocent, but every piece of evidence wasn't good enough or too indirect. With my fingers through my hair, I looked frustrated at the mess I created in the last couple of hours. There had to be something, something we haven't seen yet. Again I made calls with the DA office, with my client, and my employees. I wouldn't be responsible for putting someone who was innocent in prison. I had to win this case. I got myself a drink and sat down, bewildered. My sleeves were rolled up, my hair was sticking up every way possible and my lips were dry because I didn't eat nor drink anything since the call. Lord help me, I though

My heels click as I walk up the driveway, and Owen straightens up, turning away from the weeds in the landscaping he was pulling. “Hey, Charlie.” He wipes sweat from his brow with his arm. “Have a good day at the office?” “I did, actually. I have my first official Eastwood client now.” “Fun. Is he a big crime lord you’re going to defend?” “Hardly. And you know I can’t talk about things. Lawyer-client privilege and all.” “Ohh, so this guy has a record a mile long then.” I laugh. “I kind of wish, but no. Just someone who’s taking a stand against someone wrongfully suing them. Our case is strong and I’m sure we’ll settle out of court.”

He stood up to give his own opening statement. "Your honour" williams began " under the law, my client is presumed innocent until proven guilty. You'll come to know the truth, that my client Mr Bayo Justice Madonna had not engaged in any inappropriate sexual activity with the plaintiff here. So far , the persecution here has not been able to present a single implicating evidence against my client and hence, I find it highly prejudicial as well as constitutionally offensive that my client would be charged with such a defaming crime as rape, let alone that of the first degree. I believe this to be nothing but a ridiculous claim to vilify my client's character and therefore , you'll find that m