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Adriana responded calmly, “The duty of a lawyer is to act in the best interest of their clients and do everything possible to defend and protect them. Some people may carry the burden of guilt, condemned and shamed by society, but as their lawyer, we act as a barrier between them and destruction. The effort and dedication of a lawyer can determine whether someone ends up in prison or walks free. Of course, upholding justice and righting wrongs is important, but lawyers are not saviors. I have never viewed this profession as sacred. Even Plato said that in a country, the law is always manipulated by those in power. Although I may not know Deputy Director Sebastian personally, I studied law fo

Something dangerous. “I’m saying I’m a lawyer, Chloe. The best in this district. I’ve spent years learning exactly how men like Alexander Knight hide their rot behind board resolutions and offshore trusts and pretty press releases.” His thumb traced the line of my jaw. Slow and deliberately. “And I’m very good at exposing rot.” My pulse kicked. “You’re going to fight the lawsuit?”

All three of them turned their gaze to me, their expressions shifting to one of realization. “Oh no,” I said, realizing the situation was worse than I thought. “You want me to represent myself?” “You're a brilliant lawyer,” Kane replied, stepping closer, ready to make his case. “You know how to put together arguments, find the weak spots in legal reasoning, and turn evidence into powerful tools against your opponents.” “I’m just a corporate lawyer who focuses on contracts and mergers!” I argued back. “The most intense thing I've done in a courtroom is argue over intellectual property. I don't know anything about supernatural laws or how to deal with magical judges who could wipe me out with

Damien hummed but didn't respond, he just went back to reading. We fell into silence again, both of us scanning documents that were starting to confuse me. After another thirty minutes, I threw down the contract I was holding and groaned. "I swear to God if I read the phrase 'notwithstanding the foregoing' one more time, I'm going to lose my mind," I said, leaning back in my chair. "Who even talks like this?" "Lawyers," Damien said without looking up. "Well, lawyers are psychopaths." "Most of them, yeah," he agreed, the corner of his mouth twitching, "But they're very well paid psychopaths."

The entire legal community is talking about you. I opened LinkedIn. The top trending article burned my eyes: Tarnished Gold: Exposing the Violent Temper of a Top Lawyer The author: Sterling & Locke, Official Account. It already had over a hundred thousand views and a thousand comments. I clicked on the article. It began with a dramatic flourish: "Today, we face a painful truth: reputation and ability are not always the same. A once-lauded 'golden lawyer,' when confronted by the brilliance of a younger colleague, lashed out with the most primitive of methods: violence."

I’d never have a view like this again. By the time I returned to the Great Room, Marcus Lachlan had miraculously managed to find a shirt, and a suit jacket. He smiled in my direction and gave a little salute. Beside him, Julian stiffened, his jaw muscle tensing. “Now that everyone is here,” one of the lawyers said, “Let's get started.” The three lawyers stood in a triangle formation. The one who’d spoken shared Clara’s dark hair, brown skin, and self-assured expression. I assumed he was the Smith in McConnell, and Jones. The other two, presumably Jones and McConnell, stood to either side.

In a direct confrontation against three senior lawyers, lawyer Tavares fired off articles of law, legal precedents, and abusive clauses without stopping to breathe. He spoke for a full half hour. Faced with his overwhelming attack, the three elite lawyers from Vox Talents, including the great Antonio Andrade, were reduced to mere first-semester students. They were speechless, stammering, with cold sweat running down their pale faces. They knew that if they took that inflated contract to court against a monster like Tavares, they would lose their licenses to practice law.

The man leading them was unmistakable — tall, silver-haired, with an intimidating presence that made everyone instinctively step aside. It was Richard Langford, the top most feared and famous lawyer in the country. The man who had won impossible cases for presidents, billionaires, and royalty. Behind him were four other elite legal sharks, all top-tier attorneys known for destroying careers and companies in courtrooms. My heart, which had already been racing, now pounded painfully against my ribs.

Someone in the last three months has systematically taken out a top-level social worker, a government official in charge of the foster care system, as well as a few family lawyers. The last hit, which was just a few short hours ago, had been a judge who presided over most of the cases these lawyers had pled in his district. Knowing what I do about these f*cks and their ilk, it wasn't hard to put the pieces of the puzzle together. The only thing I wasn't sure about was just who the f*ck was taking them out.

the legal system, or the abuse of power," I wound down. There was a knock on the open door. Holy Shit! It was Nicole Lawless, Attorney at God. "Who are you?" Brock spun on the newcomer. "Hey Nicole," I yawned. "Hey Cáel," she answered. To the rest, "I'm Nicole Lawless with [the Legion of Undead Litigators] and I'm taking over Mr. Nyilas' case." "Wait!" I raised my hand. "I need to know something first." There was a pause. "Nicole, are you wearing underwear?" "Sweet God, you are exhausted," Nicole compassionately noted. "No, I'm not." Underwear.