Attorney Mga Nobela at Kwento

he asked as he pushed the door that was still unlocked. “Yes, do you know any lawyers?” Lee answered. “Depends on the type of lawyer you are looking for?” “I want a lawyer or better yet an attorney that has the best results in the shortest time possible. The attorney should not be involved in any illegal cases and would always have the interest of the innocent at heart and would fight for them.” “There are three that I know,” Davis said. “You know if any of them have any dealings with the orphanage?” “Two of them do,” Davis said as he was wondering if the boss would want to meet with them.

Zaweel nodded, although he has a mouth that likes to talk, but his secret matters are good at hiding them. "Oh yeah, what do you mean by being a lawyer, is that really?" Haziya asked reassuringly, brushing off any doubts after seeing the business card. Since morning meeting with Zaweel, accompanying him to the tutoring house to Polem's place, and at the gas station it was impossible for Zaweel to prepare the play by printing a business card just to save him. "Like I said, I'll be your lawyer."

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.

So much to make right. Dami got to his company,anger and serenity having a debate inside of him. He had a lot of work at the office to do too. He strode across the hallway to his office,his hands on this tie, loosing it . It suddenly felt like it was choking him. His pace faster than normal and his gait almost like he wanted to trip and fall. His workers had greeted him on his way to his office , unconsciously he didn't reply their greetings like he would do on a normal day.

Instead, her heart beat a little quicker, her mouth was desert-dry, and her hands trembled with excitement. "So­Layla said you're an attorney?" She decided to try small talk again. Her plate was wiped clean and so was his. He leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head, fingers laced as he studied her. "Yeah. I focus on real estate transactions. I'm an associate attorney at Pimms & Associates LLP."

Rummaging through her bag, she procures a thin, white complimentary card, sliding it over my desk. Picking it up, I ran my hands over the texture. It was smooth but had gold detailing, announcing class. The name on the card was in big, black block letters. Sam Kinney, Senior Partner at Kinney & Pearson. “Who's this?” I asked, flipping the card to the other side. “My attorney.” She replies. “He's one of the best in New York and he'll make sure that he wins this thing without fuss. But I've gotta warn you, though, he's not exactly cheap.”

“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?

I didn't have the energy to argue, so I shut my phone and slipped it back into my pocket. The living room door opened, and a man in his early fifties stepped inside. His hair was thinning at the crown, and he wore an apologetic yet kind smile. He carried an eye-catching leather briefcase. "My sincere apologies for being late," he said as he moved around the room to shake hands with each of us. "I'm Gerald Whitmore, your family's estate attorney. I handle all legal matters, including wills and trusts." "You're forty minutes late." Marcus remained seated. "You've wasted my time. This better take less than two minutes. Let's get on with it."

Jordan interrupted with a roll of the eyes. Luciana ignored him and carried on. "What if I told you I have an attorney who could help you in court. He's very professional and believe me when I say he's never lost a case in his entire life before. Mind you, he's sixty-three. He's the best attorney you'd ever come across, trust me on this." Luciana added, trying to convince him. Jordan regarded her for a few seconds as she spoke before he eventually burst out laughing, his reaction prompting Luciana to stop talking.

Attila was skilled and wouldn't waste time on discussions that would go nowhere. "Business? I have no business with you! In fact, I kicked your ass out of this company when Antonia's father died. That gave me great pleasure!" Lionel laughed, mocking Attila, who didn't even flinch. "Yes, back then you dispensed with my services. Your loss! Now, you can't do anything. I'm here as Anabel's attorney. I'll defend her interests and make all decisions for her. Here are copies of the documents." Attila threw the documents on the table.