Bosch Lincoln Lawyer Novels & Stories

Lincoln was in the lounge room when he was speaking to Michael his lawyer on the phone. "Boos, calm down , don't raise your voice yet, I just need you to be calm," Michael said on the phone. "Why should I ever calm down, I mean, how can you tell me that you haven't done what I asked you to do, what we all agreed that you will do, soon," Lincoln said through the phone call in an angry tone trying to control his anger. "Boss, calm down, and reduce your voice, words can't be let out that we are trying to attempt to bribe the judge again," Michael said.

I said. "This is Mei Xing a representative of the Lin's firm , we have your best interest at heart and is willing to take your case to court with the help of our best lawyers. Please state your case so I can book a date for you to come to the firm for a meeting," I recited and waited for the person's response but got none.

Michael was in Andalas for a lawyer’s conference and President Linde’s lawyer had just heard the American’s lecture two days ago, and it was wonderful. President Linde’s lawyer did not recognize Michael at first because he was seated on the other far end of the interrogation room. Even though Arabella had indeed violated traffic rules in this car accident, with Xeno around, the odds of winning were already slim. Now that Michael was also involved, there was no point in pursuing a lawsuit. The outcome was already decided. President Linde’s lawyer wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and looked at his client. “You should hire someone else for this lawsuit. I’m not qualified. On second thought

Kirsten waved her hand. “How are you, Kirsten?” Longing seeped through his eyes and voice. He planned not to see her any longer but he couldn’t. So when his personal assistant who had been pining for him for years was blackmailing him to marry her because she was carrying his child, Kirsten was the lawyer who came to his mind. The legal team of Lincoln Group were all corporate lawyers and none of them could handle sexual assault lawsuit.

Castor had to be dealt with, and I couldn't do it alone. I took a deep breath and stepped inside. The receptionist didn't even glance at me twice this time as I told her I had an appointment. She buzzed me through, and before I knew it, I was sitting across from a lawyer who looked like he belonged in some glossy magazine. Everything about her was polished, from her pantsuit to how her hair was styled. She reviewed the paperwork I'd brought. "So, you're the one Lincoln recommended," she finally said, setting the papers down.

“Please, have a seat. Make yourselves comfortable,” I say, motioning toward the couch as I close the door behind them with a soft click. My eyes linger briefly on her companion. Alan had mentioned she hired an attorney named Lincoln—Lincoln Law, splashed across the local paper more than once. I would’ve recognized him immediately. This man is definitely not Lincoln. So who is he? A protector, perhaps. A friend. Or something more personal.

She muttered the name as she went over to her computer and typed it in, scrolling through their website and finding their official phone number. She listened to the line ring for a few seconds before it was answered. “You’ve reached Lynks headquarters, how may I help you?” “Hi. This is Anastasia Johansson from Cheosang law firm, a firm hired by L.R Co. I’m currently handling a case against your company and I was wondering if it was possible to speak with a higher up at the moment.” “Of course, please wait.” The girl, receptionist Anastasia Assume, said and soon she was redirected.

“I don’t think I’ve offended anyone recently.” “It’s your ex-boyfriend. Zac Lincoln. The CEO of Voyager Tech. Apparently, ever since word got out that you were handling certain cases, his company has been offering free legal services to your clients. In some cases, they’re even covering the full cost of hiring another attorney. The only condition is that they don’t retain you.” The room fell silent. Liz looked down, surprised by the news but not entirely shocked. It was exactly the kind of thing he would do.

"Think about your company. Your reputation. Thomas's legacy." I wanted to argue. Wanted to defend Monica. But the words stuck in my throat. Because deep down, I knew. Monica was capable of this. "I will review everything and call you tomorrow." I stood, signaling the conversation was over. Lincoln nodded, gathering his briefcase. "One more thing. Alexander Hayes is involved personally. This isn't just a lawsuit. It's a message." "What message?" "That he's coming for you. Both of you." Lincoln paused at the door. "Be careful, Richard. Men like Hayes don't play games they can't win." After he left, I stood in my empty house, staring at the papers in my hands.

Bobby responded curtly, "What nonsense are you talking about? You're not our customer. Please don't disrupt the spa." Lincoln was completely taken aback. Was this guy pretending not to recognize him? "No, I'm Lincoln! Take a closer look!" Lincoln was growing increasingly anxious. He tried to explain, "I used to frequent this place with Mr. Liam. Surely you remember?" Bobby, maintaining an impassive expression, responded, "I'm sorry, but we have no record of a Mr. Liam, and our establishment does not accommodate a person of that name. I must ask you to leave, or I'll have to involve the authorities."