Defend Me Attorney Novels & Stories

I thought she would be as pompous as her senior brother and twin sister. “You know, you can sue the Only Exclusive Show." She said to me, “What! Really?” I asked, surprised. “Here.” She extended a card to me. “There is this great lawyer in town; he is a friend of my fiance. He can help.” “Thank you, Greta.” “Of course.'' We shared a hug, and I watched as she drove out of the driveway. I looked at the card of Mike Chandler, a defense lawyer. Should I really do this? Am I ready for what will come next?

A former classmate of mine, Zack Lindell, is unlawfully fired by his company and denied a severance package. With nowhere else to turn, he becomes so desperate that he threatens to take his own life. I represent him entirely free of charge and run myself ragged until I secure a 500,000-dollar settlement for him. Yet on the day he receives the money, he comes to me with a 50-dollar parking receipt. "William, I drove my car that day, so I'll let the gas money slide, but the parking was because you had business at the courthouse, so that should be your expense, right?" Beside him, his wife, Helena Lindell, adds sarcastically, "I hear you big-shot corporate lawyers make insane money. Tens of

He actually laughed. "You can try dorogoy, but I don't think you know who I am or what I do." "You're a sick son of a bitch who molests their stepdaughters." His jaw ticked and I smirked. "I can defend myself in court, but the best part is that I can turn the case on you." He opened the console with one hand and tossed a glossy black card in my lap. I picked it up and saw the gold embossed words. Raymond and Vasily. The best law firm in Minnesota. Why didn't I even think of it? I didn't even need to ask him what type of lawyer he was. I had a gut feeling that he was a defence attorney. I put the card back in the console and acknowledged the fact that I was screwed.

His eyes have grown wide and his lips are a bit apart from each other. "Alright…" the lawyer coughs again. "... since we cannot devalue the voice of our sugar babies, I still need to confirm that you are defending this statement on the basis of your own will and not any kind of pressure from the opposite party. If you do so, please inform me about it. The company will take every action required and we guarantee your protection." He says and looks at me. "No. It is completely addressed from my own free will. There is no external pressure." But there is an internal one which I am seriously confused about. Why do I feel so protective of him all of a sudden?

I had been thinking of the poem writer all the time. I wished to meet him in person. I wondered how he'd look like. The attorney general told my mom that my case is a case of murder and proceedings should follow up. My mom had to find a defence attorney for my case. Raymond Mcman the defence attorney, recommended by my mom. I was going to see him today, gosh I almost forgot. I knocked once and stepped inside the office to find a young defence attorney leaning against the desk with his back to me, going through a file. I cleared my throat. "Mr Raymond Mcman."

My attention drifted again, pulling toward the entrance this time, like some part of me still expected him to walk in late, to take a seat quietly, to be there even if he didn’t want to look at me. But the door stayed closed. No movement. No sign of him. I swallowed lightly and looked forward again, forcing that thought away before it settled too deep. The lawyer spoke again at some point, addressing the court, his voice steady, controlled, presenting arguments in my defense, framing everything in a way that made it sound less like a choice and more like a situation that got out of hand. He spoke about circumstances, about lack of intent, about character. I listened this time, really listene

"Secondly, she has formally retained me for her divorce case. As of now, I'm her attorney. I'm responsible only to my client. I can't accept your check, nor do I recognize this medical diagnosis." The smile on Darren's face didn't change in the slightest, but the temperature around him seemed to plummet sharply, and the air in the entire conference room seemed to freeze. He spoke slowly, each word laced with undisguised threat. "Ms. Norris, do you realize who you're refusing?" I didn't respond. I just turned around and walked straight out of the conference room. I hurried back to the consultation room and knocked three times in the previously agreed-upon rhythm. There was a brief silence ins

Um! “Mom suggested it actually, she you have connections that could help” I held his gaze, refusing to acknowledge his last sentence “Will you?” The air between us changed. I watched him struggle with whatever he was feeling Finally, he reached for his phone “I know someone,” he said “Marcus Thorne, he’s a reputable defense attorney, who specializes in defamation cases. He’s discreet and he owes me a favor” He typed something and my phone buzzed “I just sent you his contact information, set up a meeting and he’ll handle it”

“I’m Charlotte Gold, an attorney at Gold & Co. I understand what you’re going through, and I still want to represent you—pro bono.” I teared up. Before I could answer her, my mother slapped me.

“We’ll get you a lawyer. The best lawyer. And we’ll make sure Ethan Moore never hurts anyone else again.” “What about his family? His mother is Serena Moore. She has money and power and—” “I don’t care who his mother is. Money doesn’t buy you the right to assault people.” My phone is in my hand. “I’m calling my uncle. He knows the best criminal defense attorneys in the city.” “Defense attorneys? But I’m the victim.” “Exactly. And we’re going to defend you against whatever Ethan and his family try to throw at us.” I dial James’s number. “This ends today.”