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Elaine said. The lawyer approached Detective Carter and extended his right hand for a handshake, putting a smirk on his lips as he began to speak. "I'm Attorney Anderson. I know you're skilled at handling big and serious cases, and I've seen your name in the newspapers for saving lots of victims from big fishes. But I believe suing my client is a big mistake, and I suggest you drop the case before it goes in the wrong direction."

Don't bother with it," I decline the card. "Please, accept it," the lady insists. "Alright, I'll accept. Thank you." The business card is black with a symbol that represents justice. It quickly occurs to me that he might be a lawyer or something similar. On the left side is his name in bold font, "Stephen Ballario Lencaster," followed by the description "Criminal Defense Attorney," and his contact information below. The card is quite impressive. "Please don't hesitate to contact us if you need anything, whatever it might be," Mr. Stephen adds.

The other directors all nod and then wait for him to answer. “I, I, I’m Mike Brewers and I’m with Brewers Law firm.” Tom holds up his phone stopping him from saying anything else. He makes a call “yes, I’d like you to check a lawyer’s credentials and registration please? Yes, his name is Mike Brewers of Brewers law firm” he asks the person on the other end.

Jack replied. Harry nodded, “What about you and Karen?” “There is nothing to talk about. She left, and I'll wait for her. I know she will come back” he replied. “Can you listen to yourself, bro? Karen left, she fucking left. I think it's high time you move on.” Harry advised. Jack scoffed, looking at Harry dead in the eyes, “I already made my decision, you can't change my mind.” “Alright then. Goodluck!” The attorney returned a few minutes past the scheduled time. He was dressed in a black cardigan over a blue shirt. He held his usual briefcase that contained documents, and his face held no smile, which Damian noted as strange.

Shit, I am thirty minutes late, the meeting would have already started. I think about the man’s words, I need a lawyer as soon as possible, but that doesn’t seem hard, my no-nonsense, strict best friend, Nicole is an attorney that specializes in criminal law as well as family law, and her office is just downtown, I have to speak to her later.

I slid into the booth across from Roger and set my phone on the table like a weapon. He looked at it, then at me. “You always come armed.” “I’m a defense attorney,” I said. “It’s either this or a handgun and a bottle of ibuprofen.” Roger’s mouth twitched. “You say that like you don’t own both.” I smiled sweetly. “Order. Of. Protection.” He snorted and pushed a folder across the table. “Here.” I didn’t open it immediately. I watched his face first. Roger Teller wasn’t a dramatic man. If his jaw was tight, something had teeth.

There were so many things he wanted to say, but his attorney was here so it would be stupid to speak. The two of them muttered amidst themselves until they noticed that everyone's attention was on them. They immediately shut their mouths. Attorney Simpson walked up to where Attorney Elisha was seated. In an attempt to pull a power move, Attorney Elisha got up too, standing to his full height, and showing everyone that he had got a few inches more than Attorney Simpson, but Simpson didn't care. He was such a rage-baiter, and one of the

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