Attorney Novels & Stories

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?”

“Or don’t know?” Oh, he’s good. Too good. Before I can dig myself deeper, a sharp knock rattles the metal door. “Enter!” the Captain barks, voice ricocheting off the concrete walls. The door swings open with a squeal of bad hinges. In strolls Uncle John, jaw tight, storm already brewing in his eyes. Right behind him — Matt, our company attorney, a shark in a suit. I’ve seen him talk a judge out of a contempt charge while tying his shoelaces. If anyone can pull my ass out of the fire, it’s him.

He conceived a better idea during his drive home. As soon as he pulled over in the garage, he pulled out his phone and called an important man, someone he trusted to deal with this mess once and for all. It was his attorney, Candace Hall. Candace was an attractive woman in her forties, simple, graceful and intelligent but a beast in court. From the onset, Tyler Hamiton had had his reservations about hiring a woman as his attorney. Not even the positive words that he heard about Mrs. Hall had convinced him of her prowess until he encountered it herself.

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."

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."

This act only served to infuriate Fabian even more. The detective’s older colleague came over, patted Fabian on the shoulder and pointed him out the swing door, to which Fabian shot him a death glare. The officer immediately cowered and removed his hand from Fabian’s shoulder. “If I may,” Fabian’s attorney stepped in. She was one of the best attorneys in the state and had been handling most of Fabian’s cases up to now, including his lawsuits with Liam Smith. “Joan Dare,” she held out her hand towards the detective who took it grudgingly.

It was the exact kind of place you’d walk right past without really noticing unless you were specifically looking for it,I found myself wondering if that was entirely the point whether the people who came here preferred it that way, choosing a door that didn’t announce itself to the world, I was officially one of those people now. The attorney who saw me was young, likely in his late twenties, with that deeply tired look that doesn’t come from age but from carrying too many cases at once while still managing to care about all of them . His name was Marcus Webb. By ten in the morning, he already had a yellow legal pad half-filled,he listened to my story without

She'd nodded without asking any questions, which was one of the many reasons I appreciated her. The attorney's name was Dana Flores. She looked to be about twenty-eight, younger than I'd hoped, but her handshake was firm, and she reviewed the documents I'd brought with the focused expression of someone who had read a great many of them and formed strong opinions along the way. She didn't make small talk. I appreciated that. She spent about ten minutes reading while I sat across from her small desk, staring at the framed law degree hanging on the wall behind her and trying to keep my breathing steady.

he chuckled causing her to let out a little laugh too. After a while of silence, he said to her, “I'll be your lawyer,” making her raise her head to look at him, “Pardon?” “Let's say, I didn't introduce myself well enough. I am Bachelor Attorney Carson Walter, one of the best lawyers in New York City” he flashed her a million dollar smile and went back to making some coffee. “I… I… I'm grateful… I don't know what to say” she breathed out when she registered what he meant. She felt like some weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

She hands one to me and then to Sofia, whose eyes look like sparkling saucers. "If you ever need me, for business or merely a friend, don't hesitate to call." I raise my eyebrows when I read her laminated business card. Lauren Astor, Astor Associates Attorney at law She turns to leave, but before she does, she pauses, whirling on her heels as she eyes those around us with caution. She leans into me, her voice soft and quick but with an edge of seriousness.