Attorney Novels & Stories

** Brad ** The back door opens and I already know it's Mom. The Family Law office she manages closes at five thirty every day, even though most of the attorneys stick around longer. Sometimes Mom stays after too, picking their brains about class action suits and indictments. Especially if there's a case she's interested in. Even without going to law school, it wouldn't surprise me if she could pass the Bar exam. "Hey," I call over my shoulder. "Hi, honey. What are you making?"

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.

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.

I remained amused, unable to take my eyes off her. “Goddamn Americans. I’m Baron Von Houston, Mr. James’ attorney.” I’d never seen Baron so exasperated. “Unfortunately, Mr. Von Houston, it would appear your client will need an attorney who is licensed to practice law in the state of Kentucky.” She slowly turned her head, the flash in her eyes something I would covet for some time to come. “If you can’t afford one, one will be appointed. After all, every man, whether guilty or innocent, has a right to decent legal representation.”

She didn't have to wait as the doctor has been waiting for her. Roshanay was unsure of what was going on with her and which kind of doctor should she consult when Alizeh told her that she needed to visit a gynecologist. Alizeh was unaware of Roshanay's plans to sneak out of the house. Roshanay had randomly mentioned it in front of Alizeh, knowing Alizeh knew answer to her questions.

She grunts and immediately reaches up to fix it. "Girls," he says, taking a seat near my bed, "I’d like you both to meet Attorney Chen." The woman steps forward—mid-forties maybe, sharp eyes behind even sharper glasses, carrying a leather-bound folder and the kind of polite smile that says I’m about to wreck your world, but nicely. “Hi girls,” she says warmly. “It’s really nice to finally meet you both. That hasn’t exactly been easy, but as your uncle said, I’m an attorney. Specifically... your mother’s attorney.”

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.

“Mr. Caldwell, where is your attorney?” I stood, my legs trembling, my voice barely a whisper. “I don’t have one, Your Honor. The Bureau didn’t assign me—” The door swung open, cutting me off. A man strode in, tall and lean, his suit impeccable, his silver hair neatly combed. He carried a briefcase, his steps confident as he approached the bench. “My apologies for the interruption, Your Honor,” he said, his voice smooth, commanding. “My name is Vincent Martinez, and I’m Mr. Caldwell’s attorney.”

"Oh, you're lucky Atty. Looks like Miss Kyla and Mr. Lewis are done." My secretary smile at me while Kyla formally said goodbye as if nothing had happened. "Hi, is there anything I can help with?" I asked the lawyer in front of me. Well, my secretary calls him Atty, so I assumed he is a lawyer. "Good afternoon Mr. Lewis, I'm Atty. Cruz, Hailey's lawyer. Would you mind if you could come and discuss something privately?"I nodded to him even though I was a little surprised. I invited him inside the office.

But his presence is constant, eyes tracking me, checking my breathing, silently counting my stress like a medic counts blood loss. At 2:30, my attorney calls to confirm the meeting logistics. We shift from “prep” into “performance.” Dawson grabs his keys without speaking. I grab my binder and try not to feel ridiculous carrying my life in a folder. The law office smells like carpet cleaner and quiet power. My attorney, Ms. Sato is all sharp intelligence and controlled warmth. She doesn’t waste time on comforting lies. She flips through my documents with swift precision, pausing only when something matters.