Court Attention At All Cost Novels & Stories

I closed my file slowly, aware of movement near me before I looked up. Nathaniel had stepped closer. Not intimate, not inappropriate. Just private enough to avoid unnecessary ears. "You've adjusted your strategy," he said quietly. "So have you." I replied pointedly. "Emotion rarely survives litigation.” Nathaniel spoke his favorite principle. "Neither does reputation." I countered. He studied me for a moment. “You're not here to settle," he observed. "No." I replied. “I’m here to win.” Silence. His eyes held mine now—cool, searching for recklessness.

I nodded silently while placing my trust in his words. “You need to be ready as soon as possible because we are going to court by the start of next week. We need a solid argument, and the judge, he is not one that can be bought, don’t even try any of that or you may lose everything,” the lawyer stated as he walked away. With my little lawyer in me, the evaluation on of things wasn’t going to work out in my favor. I was so worried of loosing my baby. Dante and I never left the house, he stayed with me as I panicked and paced around the room or imagined about separating us by the end of the weekend.

“Why do you think it’s not a good option Steve? Wolfgang asked, bemused. “We have what it takes to win a legal battle with him Steve, and don’t forget that we would be serving him the writs here, not in Lagos” he added. “Well we do have what it takes to win the legal battle if we decide to go to court, but then legal tussles would take sometime, we need to sell this stuff to stay afloat, and we need to sell it really fast, a legal tussle would slow down the process, even though we have a higher chance of winning, we should not take the risk as there’s also a possibility of the court asking us to consider his request” Cummins said.

“He’s determined to fight against you, isn’t he? Everyone in the country knows that Shaun has never lost before. No matter how much evidence you find, he can spin the story around. There’s no possibility of winning at all if he goes to court for Sarah.” Harvey looked at Catherine in concern. He shared the same thoughts as Freya. Catherine lowered her eyes. Her dark and thick lashes blocked the dim light in her eyes. “No matter how amazing Shaun is, he’s only the most powerful in the country. There will always be someone even more powerful in the world. As long as the other party is willing to come, I’m willing to spend any amount of money.”

~~KEANU~~ "I'm sorry, Mr. Martell, but they're unwilling to withdraw the lawsuit." Gideon Waterhouse, one of our senior litigation attorneys, shifted uncomfortably in his chair while his colleague, Patricia Moore, maintained her professional composure. "We've made several attempts to reach a settlement," Patricia supplied. "But the family is adamant. They want their day in court." I leaned back in my chair, pressing my fingers to my temples where a migraine had been raging for the past forty-eight hours.

“Excellent choices. I’m glad you thought about the benefits on my behalf. But I found both the options… insufficient.” His confidence fell another point. “You want to drag this to court and make Eileen and Bethany suffer?” His voice was low, almost threatening. I shrugged. “We will see if Eileen and Bethany suffer, or you run out of funds to fight this grueling court battle.” I cocked my head to the side. “Do you know how long custody battles take? A few years, if the court doesn’t have a backlog of cases.” Arthur had obviously known that. The court summon was a scare tactic. If Eileen had been alone, she would have fallen for it. Still, she could, if I didn’t hold her back.

The concern visible on his face seemed to reflect her own worries. “I haven't been able to come up with anything, sir,” she confessed, her voice a mixture of uncertainty and frustration. “I’m aware of that fact, child. But we can’t afford to waste any more time. I want us to put our heads together and come up with something. We need an attorney—a very experienced one at that. We only have two days remaining until the court hearing, so we better work up some magic. Do you know any attorneys at all?” Mr. Thomas pressed, urgency creeping into his voice.

And since I was damn sure I kept it there the previous night, it could only mean that someone had engineered its disappearance. “Mr. Matthews…” he hesitated a beat before he continued. “If we don’t renegotiate and try to come to an agreement with them, this all ends up on the plate of a judge who may or may not end up deciding the case in her favor. And that would have already cost us more time and money.” After another desperate search of the fridge, I slammed the door shut. “I’m not renegotiating, Peterson. She either agrees to the terms or I’ll see her in court.”

“Hey.” “Did your mom talk to the lawyer?” She nodded. “Yeah. He said we’ll have to go to court. Maybe even back to New York. He’s claiming Mom’s unstable.” “That’s bullshit.” She gave a weak laugh. “Yeah, well, he’s good at that.” I hesitated for a moment before reaching out, my fingers brushing hers. “You’re not going anywhere, Miley. I’ll fight this with you if I have to.” She looked up at me, eyes glimmering in the fading light. “Why do you care so much?”

“Yes. Our information says your mother is a real predator in the courtroom.” "That's true. That's what I'm afraid of when an opponent in the courtroom will be pushed to the wall ruthlessly.” “And that's not the goal?” Patrick asked. “Not always. At tomorrow's hearing, we planned to reach an agreement with the client, but knowing my mother, it may not come to that. My mother doesn’t recognize half-wins, as she recognizes a settlement.” “It doesn't look good. You better be in the courtroom, not your mother.” “I have no other choice, man.”