Case File Compendium Novels & Stories

After two rings, he answered. "How's the firm doing?" I asked, leaning back in my chair. "It's fine, ma'am. I'll send you the daily report. Sorry for the delay," he replied. I shook my head, even though he couldn't see me. "That's not why I'm calling. Can you help me with the case file my father was involved with? It was around March 21, 2005, the case of Mr. Carter vs. Mr. Jack. I'm not sure, but I think that should be the file.”

He has been there for some time and has been carefully not reading the quality of my stillness at the window. "The file," I say. "Comandante?" "1847. Jensen." I go to the desk and open the file again and lay it flat. "I want everything the court submitted. Every original document, not the summary copies. Contact the mainland records office." He writes. His pen moves with the careful neutrality of a man who has decided not to have an expression about this. "Is there a specific inconsistency you want me to flag?" I think about the seam in the fabric. The legal representative shared between the prosecution's financial exhibit and three character witnesses. The two additional things I found this

IVY POV The first file was worse than I expected. Sports compliance case. High-profile athlete. Alleged contract breach, endorsement fallout, media vultures already circling. If this went wrong, it wouldn’t just be a courtroom loss... it would be front-page humiliation. “Cute,” I muttered under my breath. Harrington hadn’t given me busy work. He’d given me something explosive. I flipped open the second file. Intellectual property dispute between two tech companies. Billions at stake. Aggressive opposing counsel. Multiple jurisdictions are involved.

“Colm Vale.” “Vale was a minor piece. I have twelve years of records.” She paused. “Not Aldric’s records. Mine. The history of the network as it actually operated, not as it was documented. The names of every person I recruited, every piece of information I moved, every decision I advised on.” She held my gaze. “The Completed Cases file documented the outcomes. My records document the mechanism. The decisions, who made them, and why.” The office went very quiet.

I greeted him back plainly as we shook hands. “Are our offices in order now?” Elliot asked without a smile, gesturing to me as well. "Yes, sir, both are ready,” Burrows affirmed, nodding vigorously, then quickly added: “Sir, Michael Fredmore’s case file, containing all I have gathered on him since the inception of my research, is also sitting pretty on your desk, sir. We will be waiting for your judgment on the issue as soon as possible.” Elliot turned to look at me, then again at Burrows, before he waved dismissively.

I slowly stood up and stretched to the top of the wardrobe, there the file slipped off my hand and flew to the ground. I took a deep breath and slowly came down. Looking at the file and finally I stooped to it and opened it. I looked at Dante, who was sleeping innocently- he won't be awake until the day breaks. Opening the file, I gasped for air as I slowly read it out slowly. - “ Case 101: Victor Devereux VS Richard Blake” I looked at Dante and looked at the file, seriously, I pulled More of it out, as pictures fell on the flow and that tore my heart apart.

"But I need a copy of it. Do you have one?" "It's in my case file," I answered. "Everything's there - all the documents, mine, his, my mother's, the will, everything." "But that's great! Tomorrow I'll retrieve that case file. Official documents already recognized by the judiciary will speed everything up considerably," Flavian commented excitedly. After that, our little meeting came to an end. It was exhausting, and all I wanted was to take a shower and collapse into bed. There was so much swirling around in my mind - so many things I had discovered that afternoon and so many others I still hoped would be explained.

She nodded, “I sorted them case to case and in some areas, I sorted them pack to pack.” I nodded as she began to transfer pile after pile of files to my empty cabinet. “Which pack has the most cases?” “Recently, Full moon pack.” I nodded, not surprised. “Did you date them?” “Yes, even from the dates before you took the seat.” “Good. Get me one from five years before me.” She paused, digging through one of the files, she handed me a brown paper document. I flipped it open, reading through the case. My brows furrowed, what sort of judgement was this? “Get me another document with the same date range.” I instructed, not getting my eyes off the one in front of me.

She was the prize. And we? We were too close for comfort. I walked over to my laptop and pulled up a folder. Inside were files we weren’t supposed to have—case notes, private correspondences, court depositions that had gone missing. Rowe peered over my shoulder. “Where’d you get all this?” he asked. “Friend in IT. Don’t ask.” He smirked. “I never do.” We scanned the files until one document caught his attention. “This one,” he said, pointing.

"The darned file on the case we are looking into currently!" "We are looking into several cases, Hamish. Earltons Buckweaver. Boman. Harkness. Jackson. Peterson. Brown. Be more specific." His voice was cool and analytical as he listed all the current big cases. His relaxed voice annoyed me. "The Earlton's!", I bit, tossing the files back and forth. File 305. File 305. Where the fuck is file 305? "From the 2005 ordeal. You know the big shabang?" I twiddled my hand into the air.