Attorney Novels & Stories

“I’m Charlotte Gold, an attorney at Gold & Co. I understand what you’re going through, and I still want to represent you—pro bono.” I teared up. Before I could answer her, my mother slapped me.

Jim looked at the female with him and then back at me before he said, "Brittany ..." I interrupted him and said, "I prefer to be called "Britt." "OK, fair enough Britt. Britt, I'd like to introduce you to Ms. Carol Jennings. Ms. Jennings is my partner in my firm and both of us are board-certified attorneys in the state of Texas. I have been Mr. Campbell's attorney for the past twenty-five years."

“Your office was notified.” Cameron nods, keeping his eyes level. Brianna snickers while a smirk curls Landon’s lip upward in a way that makes me want to stomp over there and smack it right off his face. Their attorney is a petite young woman with reddish-brown hair, green eyes, a thin build, and viper energy. Her cosmetics are applied in a way that completely conceals her natural skin. With a hardened gaze, she stands, walks over to Cameron, and hands him a brown inner-office envelope.

The young assistant, a bright and cheerful girl, called out to Maxwell, "Mr. Maxwell, please come in." Maxwell smiled to himself, feeling a sense of relief that he was finally being seen. He stood up, smoothed out his clothes, and walked into the office. "Barrister Gomez," he said, extending his hand and flashing his charming smile. The attorney, a middle-aged man with a kind face and a professional demeanor, shook Maxwell's hand firmly. "Mr. Maxwell... welcome, please have a seat. How can I help you today?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Hello, Attorney James. It's Alda Harrington. Please respond; it's urgent." The moment I hit the button that says "sent," I got a notification on my I*******m that read: "Hey Alda, been a while. How are you and how is Tyler?" Attorney James was the lawyer I used to sign my house ownership over to Tyler. He was the same lawyer who helped me prepare the document I signed to hand over my eatery ownership to Tyler. And now, perhaps, he could help me, in my regretful state, send a divorce letter to Tyler so that I do not lose my house and eatery.

“May I help you?” “I’m Olivia Ford,” I said. “I don’t have an appointment, but I was hoping to see my attorney.” “Just one moment.” The secretary dialed a number on his phone, muttered a short exchange of words, and then hung up and nodded at me. “You can go on in. Mr. Forrest is waiting for you.” Pulling my shoulders back in a half-hearted attempt to steel myself, I walked into my attorney’s office to see him sitting behind his computer, typing on the keyboard. When I entered, he looked up and shot me a warm smile.

“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.”

Aisha spoke nervously, no matter what she would make Liana pay for everything she caused them. "That's perfect because we are suing you and your mother for bodily injury too!" The lawyer who came with Tony spoke up. "As we also saw all of you in the room united against Miss Liana when we came in. After we check her injury, we will file charges accordingly, none of you here are getting away with it. By the way, as of this moment, Miss Liana Legrand is my client, so please consult me if you have anything to say against my client. You may call me Mr. or Attorney Robert, nice to meet you."

I stared at both columns for a long time and then I folded the paper and put it in the bin because I already knew which one I was choosing and writing it down didn't make it easier. I called the attorney Priya sent me. Her name was Sandra Okafor and she had a sharp, efficient phone manner that made me feel slightly better about everything within thirty seconds. I explained the situation as clearly as I could. She asked precise questions. She didn't react to any of it with anything other than focus, which I appreciated.

She'd nodded without asking any questions, which was one of the many reasons I appreciated her. The attorney's name was Dana Flores. She looked to be about twenty-eight, younger than I'd hoped, but her handshake was firm, and she reviewed the documents I'd brought with the focused expression of someone who had read a great many of them and formed strong opinions along the way. She didn't make small talk. I appreciated that. She spent about ten minutes reading while I sat across from her small desk, staring at the framed law degree hanging on the wall behind her and trying to keep my breathing steady.