Case File Compendium Novels & Stories

Derek was sitting in his office, reading an email he had received about internal information of Thomas & Co when a knock on the door was heard, he glanced at his secretary who stepped into his room and stood in front of him, holding a file in his hand which he kept on the glass of his desk, reaching his hand to the file Derek looked at him questioningly Inside the file was the CV and documents of a person “Sir, a young man handed me this and said he has been sent by Michael and is instructed to meet you” Derek furrowed his brows, he remembered he asked Michael for a person with software engineering having good hacking skills but he mentioned to let him know first and not sending anyone direc

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“Every single one of those files has your initials all over them. I know good work when I see it. If you think I would make a mistake as big as hiring an incompetent personal paralegal, then you should leave right now. Go back to The Dungeon.” I stayed put. I wasn't lower level. “That's what I thought,” she murmured as she sat at her desk. “Now, you see that stack of files? I need you to go through them and get me ready for trial.” I swallowed my stomach back down. I could do this. I was ready. Opening the first file, I smiled. This case was easy. I recognized it as the case I had worked on for Joffrey. “Yes, ma'am. I'll get right on this.” This is what I was made to do.

Tong Wu bowed and retreated, and in a short while, brought a file bag from outside, gently placing it on the coffee table. Mu Zi opened the file bag, pulled out the documents inside, and carefully flipped through them. A thick pile of documents, but well organized, not the slightest clutter. At a glance, it is known that from the big law firm. --From the initial period of cross-examination confession, to each stage of the fragmentary clues, the police report and the prosecutor's closing statement, all the information of a case is inside, complete, and rigorous. Mu Zi looked for a long time.

A strict, professional, unquestionable aura radiated from him. In front of him on the desk lay a thick stack of case materials, arranged neatly. The file covers bore case numbers and titles—this was the major economic crime case that had recently shaken the entire city and drawn attention from all quarters. Tomorrow was the day of the formal hearing, and there could be no mistakes. As lead counsel, Raiden had to comb through every detail—every piece of the evidentiary chain, every statute, every likely defense point the opposing side might raise—until everything was airtight.

The moment she was gone, I didn’t waste any time. I hurried straight to my bedroom, locked the door, and placed the package on the bed. My fingers trembled slightly as I opened it. Inside was a file. On the cover, one word stood out boldly: ‘CONFIDENTIAL’. My curiosity intensified. I opened it quickly. What I saw inside made my lips slowly curl into a smile. “Gotcha,” I whispered. The file contained a detailed history of Casey’s past, everything from her personal life to her criminal record. I flipped through the pages eagerly. There it was. Records of drug use. Hard drugs.

Once more, his scent attempted to distract me, but I made myself concentrate on my task. "Mr. Thompson, I have shortlisted a few cases; tell me what's the reason for those cases." To shorten the case list, I filtered the Excel sheet. "These are ten major cases from my life, and seven of them proved to be a great milestone in my career." As he recalled his successful cases, his voice betrayed his pride. "I want all 10 case files to read." Observing him develop his confidence makes me feel lighter. "I only have three files here in the office; the rest are at my house." He spoke hesitantly.

Just files, books, and a massive window overlooking the city. “Sit,” she said and I sat. She handed me a file thick enough to kill someone with. “Read.” I looked down. Corporate fraud case. This file was thick with probably hundreds of pages. “You want me to read all of this? Now?” “I want you to tell me what matters.” Then she walked away to take a phone call. For the next hour, I read. And read. I highlighted dates, names, and even financial records. By the time she came back, I had pages of notes.

Before him, the cold light of a computer screen flickered, while old papers lay scattered on the wooden desk beside him. He rose slowly, reached for the light switch, and with a gentle tap, the room was filled with a soft light, revealing a thin layer of dust clinging to the furniture. He took out three files, carried them to his desk, and carefully placed them before him. File One: Sealed in bold, "Nasser's Case." File Two: "Nabil's Case."

Beside him sat a thick, blue expansion file. ​My heart stopped. I knew that file. It was the Valenti Racketeering Case. ​"Sit," he commanded. ​I sat at the opposite end, the distance between us a physical manifestation of ten years of silence. "How did you get that, Dante? That’s protected by the DOJ." ​"The DOJ has a price, just like your father." He slid the file down the long, polished surface. It stopped right in front of me. "Open it."