Attorney Romane & Geschichten

She said very good and I heard in her voice the specific quality of someone who is maintaining professional neutrality with genuine effort. I thanked her and ended the call. The attorney was third. Her name was Priya Chadha and she ran a small family law firm that Marco had mentioned during one of our kitchen table conversations, a name he had produced with the careful casualness of someone who had looked into it in advance because he had expected this day would come before I had.

"I have something for you." "Yes?" He took a step back towards her and raised an eyebrow tentatively. When she returned she handed him a business card. "In case you need to reach me." She smiled at him politely. He looked at her like she was very strange and then the door was shut in his face. When he looked down at the card, he saw that it did indeed have contact information and it read Anthony Braun Attorney at Law.

“Who the fuck are you, her bodyguard? You a cop or something?” I keep my tone even, draining all the emotion out of it until I sound like I’m delivering a closing argument. “Associate at Harlan & Pierce. That makes me a lawyer. And,” I gesture slightly toward Megan, “so is she. We bill by the hour, and right now, you’re racking up a debt you can’t pay.”

“Something that holds her accountable, but doesn’t destroy her future. It protects Cassie while also avoiding a full trial.” I exhaled slowly. That… actually sounded fair. “I'm down.” “Then I’ll handle it,” Dorothy added, reaching into her bag for her tablet. “As Cassie’s attorney.” I blinked. “Wait, what? You can do that?” Dorothy gave me a look. “I’m an attorney, Cassie. Of course I can.” “You’re a what?” I asked, surprised. Dorothy rolled her eyes. “Senior partner. Rivers Law. It’s our private firm.”

she hesitated, looking at Tita Ingrid. “By the way, this is Attorney Samora, my personal attorney,” I introduced Attorney Samora, who was smiling beside me. "This meeting won’t take long. I promise you that, El Sandra.” Tita Ingrid cleared her throat and said anxiously, “ A-alright. This is fine, El Sandra. You still have more time for your flight.” They looked at each other. El Sandra couldn’t take her eyes off her mother. Tita Ingrid smiled, as if she knew what I had come here for with my personal attorney.

I looked up and saw a plump officer with a hideous mustache standing in the doorway. "Your lawyer's here to see you," he said. "Let's go." I followed him to a bleak private room where my attorney sat with a file folder. I sat down and rested my cuffed hands on the table. "I have to say, orange is not your color, Brown." I looked up my attorney with a flat look. I was ready to get the fuck out of here. I didn't have the energy or patience for goddamn jokes. "Okay," he sighed. "What do I need to know?"

Sebastian said to the attorney, who is a junior advocate in his company. "NO, NO, WAY!" THE ATTORNEY YELLED OUT To be continued.

“Even if nothing else comes of this. I'm glad I got to see your face.” Then she walked out without looking back. I sat there just staring at the card. My phone buzzed. Alex. Then Sal. Then Dominic. I didn't check any of them, picked up the card instead. Rachael Brown. Attorney at Law. Boston. I blanked. My chest tightened for some odd reason. She was a lawyer. Just like out father. Was that a bad thing?

Fuck, this woman is getting annoying day by day. “Mrs. Presley, Miss Henderson is right. We can't bail you. It is beyond our power,” the attorney said. “Then if you don't have anything meaningful to say or do, then get out of here and make sure you win the case at least.” she screamed at the attorney. “Excuse me. I will take my leave now,” the attorney said and walked away. “You should be nice to your lawyer. He's the one that will determine if you will leave here or not.”