Attorney Novels & Stories

"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.

At the same time, the attorney also enters the house while grabbing Aaron's attention. "Hello, guys!" The attorney wished everyone. "Why are you here?" Aaron questioned him. "I called him!" Liam replied while turning Aaron's attention to him. "He is our legal attorney, so I want us to sign the documents in front of him." Liam shared his opinion. Aaron sounded, "hmm." "Shall we start the process?" The attorney said while processing the thing legally. Aaron and Liam take turns sitting on the couch next to each other. The attorney sits o

My current name is Michel Lee. "Good day, Mr. Lee. I received a call from the police stating that there is a problem with your passport and ID card; my name is Henry, and I am the attorney that represents you in resolving the issues you are experiencing. Please provide detailed information so that I may best assist you." I hired an attorney to handle a slew of human required documents.

“Something that holds her accountable, but doesn’t destroy her future. It protects Cassie while also avoiding a full trial.” I exhaled slowly. That… actually sounded fair. “I'm down.” “Then I’ll handle it,” Dorothy added, reaching into her bag for her tablet. “As Cassie’s attorney.” I blinked. “Wait, what? You can do that?” Dorothy gave me a look. “I’m an attorney, Cassie. Of course I can.” “You’re a what?” I asked, surprised. Dorothy rolled her eyes. “Senior partner. Rivers Law. It’s our private firm.”

Touching her, holding her, when she belonged to someone else now. Frederick’s. His name felt like poison on my tongue. Suddenly, the door to my office opened, startling me in the process. “Maxwell,” a familiar voice said. I glanced up, blinking. Jonathan Reeves, my attorney, stepped in with his leather briefcase tucked under one arm. His expression was mildly exasperated. “I knocked. Twice. You didn’t reply.” “Sorry,” I muttered, gesturing vaguely at the chair across from me. “I was… somewhere else.”

It was a call from a potential client she had met last week. “Ms. Smith,” the woman said hesitantly, “I’ve thought it over and decided to go with Attorney Chapman at MS Law instead. I’m really sorry for wasting your time.”

Someone with enough connections to move fast. Someone who could get authorization approved in minutes instead of hours or days. My hand reached down for my purse before I'd consciously decided to move it. I dug through the contents with frantic fingers. And then my fingers finally closed around the small business card that was tucked into the side pocket. "What are you doing over there?" Adrian asked. I pulled out the card and held it up where he could see it clearly. Tor Huntzburger's name was printed across the front in clean black letters. Criminal Defense Attorney.

She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction again. She lifted her chin, forcing a smile that felt stapled on. “You don’t need to worry,” Scarlet said lightly. “That’s just… a friend.” The attorney studied her for a moment too long. His eyes flicked to the door, then back to her face, measuring the tremor she was failing to hide. Finally, he nodded. “As you wish.” He gathered his papers, sliding them back into his leather case. “I’ll take my leave.” Relief surged...too fast, too obvious.

“I will send you a list of attorneys who have a solid reputation. You can review them and decide who might be the best fit for your situation.” “Thank you, Mary. I appreciate your help with this,” I said, acknowledging her support. “Of course, Claire. If you need anything else, do not hesitate to reach out,” she said, maintaining her business like tone. “I will. And thank you again for handling this discreetly,” I added before ending the call. Shortly after, an email arrived with the list of lawyers Mary had promised. Without delay, I reviewed the names, one in particular catching my attention — Atty. Graciela Humphrey. Her credentials were impressive, and her

Evie I stand up quickly, pushing him away. “I’m your attorney, Timothy,” I snap angrily. “I could lose my job, which, by the way, is already hanging by a very thin thread.” “But,” he chuckles, “After this is all over, we can try again?”