Court Attention At All Cost Mga Nobela at Kwento

No one dared to take his company to court. “I’m sure.” “Fia, you have never worked, so you don’t know how much this will cost you. Let’s discuss this. I won’t owe you a cent.” “We won’t know the result until the end. I simply hope that you’re willing to abide by the court’s rulings,” Fia said. She trusted her grandma had connections and that they could hire some capable lawyers. “Fine, let’s do it.” Conrad shrugged and wanted to go into the ward.

Bernard said once the judge asked if both parties had anything else they would like to add, “I do not wish to waste the time of this courtroom, so I suggest we do not go to trial, since this is an open and shut case.” I leaned back into my seat and savoured the look of shock on Olivia’s face, as well as her lawyer. “Is that so?” the judge asked. “And what, if I may ask, makes this such an open and shut case?” “Your honour, it is clear that this whole case is nothing but a targeted attack on my client in an attempt to split his resources and assets so that his hard work can be exploited by a gold-digging, two-faced…” “Objection!”

“We’ll file immediately. What else are you hoping for?” “I want to take him for everything I can,” I say. “Money, property, control of the company, all of it. Even if I have no chance of getting it, I want to challenge for it. Drag this out in court for as long as possible.” Keaton studies me quietly. “You’re ready for a shit fight?” “More than ready.” “And Jade Mercer?” “I know she’s done things that won’t stand up in court yet, but I can make people look at her differently.”

Minimizing, economizing, mitigating—Nat didn’t care. Where’s the savings?” Nat interrupted. The man swallowed. “Reallocated.” “To where?” Silence. Nat nodded once. Only his face gave him away. He had squandered it. Nat sacked him right away. Now, Attorney Stevens and the in-house lawyer, Mary Rogue, sat down. They looked sharp in corporate suits. Mary’s face was all bones, angular like an athlete—tall and slender, limping. Opposite the attorneys was Attorney Vanessa. “No pleasantries,” she said. “We’re filing in four jurisdictions. California, New York, Illinois, and DC. Friendly courts. Plaintiff pools are forming.”

"And you knew my territory would be the sticking point." "I knew someone in your position would make a calculation that the treaty costs you more than it gives you, and that calculation would be wrong, and I intended to prove that." A short exhale. Almost a laugh, except nothing about this felt like laughing. "You intended to take me apart in court." "I intended to win," I said. "The taking apart was going to be incidental." This time the silence had something different in it. Something that had no name I wanted to give it right now.

I could lose everything, including my son. Luck had been on my side all this while. What if she decided to pack up and leave now? I couldn’t risk it. I also didn't have the money to hire a lawyer. “Terry and I shouldn't be wasting our money on a court case,” I said, trying to explain to Enzo why it was unnecessary. “Our son needs every penny.” “Shit!” Enzo exclaimed. “I have more than enough to throw around Ethan’s health care and make your ex pay.”

" Does that mean I made a wrong decision or I only employ useless people? Do you want to steal my company that badly? You go as far as selling the company private information.." " That's not true sir", " Oh really, do you really need me to provide you with evidence ? That won't be a problem , we'll meet in court then. If there won't be any other objections I hope we can proceed with the papers for the company? " The thought of going to court feared Mr Mayday and made him speak desperately,he knew if he was to go to court he would definitely lose!

“No. You need it more than I do. Plus, I do pro-bono cases a few times a year.” “You’re just the gift that keeps on giving.” “I aim to please,” he said almost alluringly. Or maybe I’m just hearing things because I haven’t had sex for going on seven months. “Right. I want to accept your offer; however, there is another issue.” “I’m all ears.” “If I go along with your plan and we lose, then I’ll never be able to go after Vance Oil again because we’d be admitting on record that Rory was negligent. How sure are you that you’ll win?”

“If you go to court, the fees and stress could drag on for years. It’ll cost more for both of us.” Mrs. Smith sighed and shook her head. “He’s stubborn. He thinks this will fix everything, but it won’t. All I ever wanted was the surgery covered.” I nodded. “Let’s be honest with each other. If the station pays for the surgery, can we call this over?” She hesitated. “I just want for us to move on. No more fighting, no more lawyers. Just the surgery money. I don’t want to see us dragged through court.” I pulled out my notepad. “How much, exactly?”

“Not all of them. That’s impossible. But the main ones. The ones who started it. The ones who keep feeding it.” He stared at me, silent. I felt nervous suddenly. Like maybe I was saying something naive. Or reckless. Or just stupid. But I kept going anyway. “I mean, they’re not gods. They’re companies. They have rules. They have laws. They can’t just say anything they want about people and get away with it, right?” Something changed in his face. Not excitement. Not anger. Focus. Real focus. “Go on,” he said. “What if we stop playing defence,” I said, “and actually take it to court?”