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I replied without even looking at him because my attention was on the folder I was holding. "What? Do you have the next case right away? You are really workaholic, dumb*ss. What is your next case then?” I was about to answer him when we were interrupted by a series of knocks on the door from outside... "Come in!" I answered and we both stared at the door slowly opening. I saw Yella... Brent's secretary holding a black folder, she's just an intern here at my firm because she's just waiting for the result of the bar exam before she becomes a full-fledged lawyer.

🔞 ♠️ BLACK_ACE ♠️ 🔞 ♠️ Chapter 8♠️ 👓 DAVE 👓 Sigh! What a tangled life mankind lives in. Every living day is a struggle and in every struggle there are winners and losers. Most people say that life is unbalanced and the concept of living is just nothing but a hoax, they have no idea how wrong they are.

"Of course not, it would never be your fault they took your sister, but... do you remember anything beyond what they told you?" She looked confused, then looked down. "I remember a mark... a... black mark on the fist of one of them." I looked at Asmodeus. That wasn’t information that was in the novel, it was something new. Something from that place - something that Elaine didn’t know. "What brand? What was it like? Can you draw?" It was too many questions, but I couldn’t help it. They were necessary if we really wanted to catch those bastards. 'They were tall, black hair, red eyes and crimson robes,' reminded me clearly of the description given by the victim when Elaine helped her.

Moments later, she rolled over onto her stomach and reached for the bedside table, curiosity getting the better of her. "Let's see what's on Judge Blackthorn's table," she murmured to herself. She found a collection of law books on the shelf, one of which she skimmed through briefly. "I made no mistake when I called him Socrates," Emmeline scoffed, shaking her head. "Who reads boring law books before bed?" Returning the book to its place, she opened the drawer underneath and found a box branded sun glasses alongside a group of colored stones, which piqued her interest.

he said with a small smile on his face that immediately faded once he saw my facial expression. "No I meant, I wanted to offer you a job, now that I heard you've been fired it's just right timing" he blurted out quickly and nervously , playing with the end of his blazer, boring holed into the side walk. His hand went into his blazer and he pulled out a white card, handing it over to me and I hesitantly took it. My eyes fell on the words "BLACK EMPIRE" written boldly in gold cursive.

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.

Tyler's gaze lingers on me, his eyes searching for a flicker of emotion or vulnerability. "Let me handle the talking. This lawyer is tricky, and we need to stay on guard," Mr. Black advises in a low tone, his voice brimming with confidence and authority. I nod in agreement, appreciating his protective stance as he engages in the legal discourse with Tyler's lawyer. Tyler's legal representative wastes no time in suggesting a compromise, but I remain steadfast in my resolve. "I'm afraid that won't be possible. We're not here to settle for anything less than what is fair and just," Mr. Black states firmly, his tone unwavering as he defends my position.

I stood up, squared my shoulders, and pushed the doors open. The chaos of the “Purge” to the suffocating silence of the family court was a descent into a different kind of war. This wasn’t a battle of knives or shadows; it was a battle of records, logs, and the cold, unyielding power of the law. The courtroom was filled with the heavy hitters of the High Council’s legal circuit, but for once, they weren’t sitting on Daniel’s side of the aisle. The “Blackwood” name, once a golden ticket, had become a radioactive brand. Daniel sat at the defense table, his skin the color of curdled milk, his eyes darting frantically toward the back of the room as if waiting for a rescue that Michael Blackwood

I pushed the door open and stepped inside and the first thing I saw was him. Of course. Chance Black. Sitting at the far end of the bar, back straight, shoulders squared, one hand wrapped around a glass. He was dressed in black again. Always black. Sleeves rolled just high enough to show the edge of a tattoo, hair pushed back from his face, eyes sharp. I froze for half a second. Then I muttered under my breath. “Of course he’s everywhere I go.”

"Yes he has, Ibekwe. Be strong and have faith." James shuffled towards the door. "James!" "Yes, Ibekwe." "What will you call your new book?" "I thought of a simple but strong name. I will call it: Shading Black: The trilogy of an African village. The name fits it." "James!" Ibekwe called again. "Yes, Ibekwe." "The name of your book is perfect. Thank you for everything." James kept quiet. He raised his hands and wiped the tears in his eyes. "Goodbye, Ibekwe," he said.