An Innocent Client Novels & Stories

How could they twist the truth into this grotesque lie? Mr. Collins stood next, his voice calm and measured, the exact opposite of Mr. Brook’s fiery rhetoric. “Your Honor, my client, Nolan Westbrook, is not a violent man. He has no history of aggression or abuse. The incident in question was a tragic accident, and Mr. Westbrook has cooperated fully with law enforcement. He is not a flight risk, nor does he pose any threat to Mrs. Westbrook. Denying him bail would be an unjust punishment before he has had the chance to clear his name. We request that bail be granted.”

But I was determined to take it, one step at a time. As I sat on the bench, trying to process everything that had happened, I couldn't help but think about how I had met Kaye. She had been a client of mine, a woman who had been accused of a crime she swore she didn't commit. I had taken on her case, determined to prove her innocence. Kaye had been a sweet and timid woman, or so I had thought. She had been devastated by the accusations against her, and I had believed her completely. I had worked tirelessly to prove her innocence, and in the end, we had been successful.

No lawyer in his own right mind would take such a self destructive care. Which is why... "I'll begin my opening statement now." The judge smiles. "Please carry on." "My clients, Richard and Yeal... Yale! Are completely innocent of this allegations put against them." He starts and the judge nods, signaling that he's listening. "Reason because..." His voice trails off. The prosecuting counsel springs up. "Judge, if you won't mind me speaking right now, he looks very unprepared for this case, showing how much levity he holds his job with."

Looking at him, one wouldn’t doubt his ability as a lawyer - he was good just like Bamidele had painted him but I needed to to be sure if he trusted his client. “What do you think about your client?” I asked cutting him off his intended sentence. A muscle in his jaw tightened. “Do you also think that Dayo committed the crimes charged against him?” I asked again. “Why did you ask?” He sounded like he was offended by my question. “I just want to know...” I said and he purses his lips. “My client is innocent.” He answered. But that doesn’t answer my question, in court cases all clients are always innocent and it is the duties of a lawyer to defend his or her client even when they are guilty.

He gestured toward Jane without directly pointing at her. “I mean, I don't see any strong reason for my client to risk it all! The girl must have had a teenage fantasy of being with someone of his level, and somehow her family misunderstood the whole situation. It's quite clear that the accusations against him are baseless. I mean there isn't any solid proof, your Honor. I believe my client has been framed and unfairly targeted for reasons we are yet to find out." The attorney said in one go.

“Until you sort it out.” I searched his face. Looking for the catch. “For how long?” I asked. “However long it takes.” “That doesn’t sound like you.” “Don’t get used to it.” “Why?” I asked. He didn’t answer right away. His jaw tightened slightly. Then— “Cole asked,” he said. There it was. Clean. Simple. Safe. Something in my chest dropped into place. Not comfortably. Just… predictably. “Right,” I said. Of course.

She knew that, and her client knew that too. She simply tried to fight for as many assets and as little blame for her client as possible. What's winning and what's losing? From the moment the case began, there was no true winner. The client had lost her family and must face a legal battle. The victim had paid a painful price for his mistake. Regardless of the final outcome, nobody would win. Stanley, surprised by her obstinacy, pressed on. "I'll make sure your client walks away with nothing and spends ten years in prison. If you don't believe me, try me."

She looked trough the documents and felt her heart accelerating. ACE MARTINEZ SENTENCED FOR ONE YEAR FOR BEATING UP ELDERS AND PROFITING NON ESSENTIAL SOURCES . This couldn't be true right? Oh boy how she was wrong. She threw the papers on the floor and ran upstairs . This wasn't true ! She's lying ... Ace wouldn't hit someone who was older . He's not the type of person just do that ! But was he truly the nice boy she knew from the first day of school ? Was it all lies .She thought as she ran to her closet and sat down. She needed to get out of here. Maybe the Queen would help here ? No she made it clear that she couldn't help.

“It was good. I possibly have a new client.” “Interesting case?” she asked, sitting on the couch. I watched as all the children flocked to her as if she were Mother Goose. She has a gentle soul. “It is.” “What’s it about, if you don’t mind me asking?” she said as she received cheek kisses from Casey. “My potential client is a widow due to a workplace accident on an oil rig.” “Oh, no. That’s awful. Do you think you can win?” “It’s possible, but she’s a little hesitant about hiring me because of how I want to present the case.”

"It's a sensitive matter involving a high-profile client, and the stakes are incredibly high. I can't risk making a wrong move." I sighed, feeling the weight of his desperation. He was really playing up the stakes here. "For the client's sake, Jasper, not yours." A hint of relief washed over Jasper's face as he nodded. "Thank you, Evie. I owe you one." As we delved into the intricacies of the case. A client was suing another over some miscommunications, most of which was undocumented. Without some print to distinguish where either had gone wrong in