Attorney Novels & Stories

The door opened, breaking the charged atmosphere. A tall man entered; his tailored suit struggled to contain his substantial frame. Harold Whitman, Veronica's attorney, tugged on his tie with a smooth motion, his smile well-balanced between professionalism and calculation. "Good evening, Detective," Harold said smoothly, extending a hand. "I'm Harold Whitman, Mrs. Fury's attorney. I'll need a word in private with my client." Freeman didn't blink, and his eyes didn't lose something that made them sharp and alert all the time, either. "She's all yours, attorney," he said and stepped out of the room.

I inhaled a large breath before I typed a reply on my phone. To: Atty. Salliente I'm busy. I lied. I did not wait for his reply and turned off my phone so I can watch N*****x without distraction. That Lawyer keep on pursuing me to date him but I always reject him. I'm not into relationship so why would I date that Attorney? I already told him about that but he didn't stop. The problem isn't mine anymore. "I'm home!" I stood up to help Venus with the groceries. We put that on the breakfast table and arranged it to the fridge.

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.

When their eyes met, he approached them. "The attorney is coming." He looked at Rain. "You look tense. Just calm down." She struggled with it and did not answer him. She just looked at her cousins who were busy on cell phones. Shee heard a car stop at the entrance to the mansion. They stood up to welcome the new arrival. A tall and dark man got out of the car. It was carrying a black attached case and approached them. "Good morning. I'm Atty. Harold Reymundo—lawyer of Doña Aitana De Lara." He extended his hands to them all and they accepted it.

she giggled in spite of the serious conversation. Atticus cleared his throat, “the five families do meet monthly with me in attendance. I also remain on retainer to manage any potential issues which arise in our business. I am an international law lawyer with my own company and several exceptional talents who report to me. I am legally able to represent you in more than nineties countries all over the world.” “Holy shit. You need to be brilliant.”

“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.

“Let’s do it. Let’s take back what’s ours.” --- The following days were a blur of activity, each one more intense than the last. We met with the attorney, a brilliant woman named Claire who was as sharp as a razor and fearless in her pursuit of justice. She immediately grasped the scope of the case, taking charge of organizing our strategy and preparing the legal documents. She was as determined as Ryan, and her no-nonsense attitude only solidified my trust in her.

A voice that belonged to the company attorney said in relief, gesturing for me to take a seat beside her. My breath caught in my throat as my heels clicked against the floor on my way to my seat. Scanning through the individuals present, I felt a mix of relief and disappointment run through me. “That would be all.” The attorney said, pushing her glasses in as she cleared her throat. “From the explanations, do you have anything to add or any comments?” She asked, her voice holding a faint sense of urgency in it. “No, I understand all the terms you explained.” I smiled, readjusting in my seat.

I think I've had enough of strangers and briefcases for one week. “Straight to the business, huh?” The man smiled as he stood out of his chair. “The name's Chris Turner, attorney at law, representing Damian Royce and Naomi Royce. I’m here on their behalf.” He reached into the briefcase and brought out a white envelope sealed with a court stamp. “You’re being formally summoned.” I didn’t take the envelope. Not yet. “For what?” I asked. His tone was professional and too smooth, like he’d done this a thousand times.

What a fool he was becoming. "Sorry?" "What? Nothing." He jolted his hands from her sides like he'd been electrocuted. "You wait here while I get the necessities to finalize this.” "Yes Si,Sir." He immediately put a call through to his attorney and in a matter of minutes, he rushed down to his office. "Hello, Sir Diam," the attorney shook his hands. He was a fairly aged man with grey hairs which curled to the back. Tall and elegantly suit-ed, but still had his humility in place under the domineering stance of Diam.