Defend Me Attorney Novels & Stories

"I wasn't expecting this so forgive my rude behavior." "It's fine," I answered. "Vida was it, why did you take up the case if I may ask?" I see the once confident man tremble while he panics, his words at his throat while patiently waiting for my response. "As a lawyer, it is my responsibility to defend the helpless, especially those with no one by their side, also I took up the case because I am a mother, and I understand fully well how my client feels," I tell him. Bang!

“You can’t fool me. I see what’s happening.” My tight lips curled upward in a grin. “Why don’t you tell me, then.” “Sure. You’re afraid of the backlash against you from all this #MeToo movement. You feel guilty for letting those bastards back into society. And you think you can change careers now that you’ve made a name for yourself as one of the best defense attorneys in Chicago. Am I right?” She tilted her head and looked up at me with a satisfied smile.

[Addison] What should I say? How can I make sense of the last 4 months of my life? “Let me handle this,” Reggie places a gentle hand on mine and his warm smile reminds me that I have people who love me on my side. “It’s what I’m here for. To defend you.” “I can do this,” I insist. I am a lawyer after all. Part of what I do is defend others. Why shouldn’t I defend myself? “I know you can,” Mr. Carter nods. “You are a very capable litigator. But this is your life, your family. Your emotions may be high.”

I liked that you didn't interrupt me, didn't yell, didn't stand up wishing me a good afternoon and sending me to hell. — Scary, creepy, authoritarian, and threatening, besides that, nothing out of the ordinary, although I thought there would be some phrases of immediate embarrassment. — That can lead to a lawsuit, I avoid going to court unless it's to make money, and I have the great pleasure of never having gone to court to solve a personal problem, only clients'. — I think it's good that the one who defends me hasn't been accused numerous times.

she inquired. "I can't really tell what happened there," the guard confessed. "They claimed that an individual attacked him without cause, prompting him to defend himself to safeguard his girlfriend." Currently, the other man’s attorney is advocating for Melvin to be in the police cell for now. It is said that the attorney is highly regarded. His name is Barr. Marcel. He serves as the chief legal consultant for a major company. Without delay, Elena considered the principal legal counsel of the Hamilton Corporation. Barr. Marcel.

I’m hoping like hell today is the last day and it’s all behind me. It better be. I’ve been meeting with them every couple of days for months pawing over every single detail of not only what the humans have and are going to say, but what we want the narrative to be. Everyone that set me up is now dead so really, the only option is to say it was self defense. I know I’m hardly a straight arrow but dear Goddess, please don’t strike me dead for what I’m about to say when I testify. When the judge and jury are seated, my attorney calls Mona as my character witness. I can tell she’s relaxed, she’s more than ready.

I replied, the lawyer defending the case was a tall English man, he had blond hair and he reminded me of Silvio. I hadn't thought of Silvio in so long, I would always wonder what happened to him and if what I saw that day in my father's estate was real. Is he still alive? If Mateo could survive is there a possibility that he could have too? The judge banged his gavel bringing me back to reality “Order! Order in the courtroom!” he yelled loudly. The defence attorney smiled as his counterpart growled in frustration. It seemed that his client had lunged at the defense attorney and he had been held in contempt of court.

"Who are you?" "My name is Robert Condi. I'm a defense attorney based in New York City." "I already have a public defender." "Not anymore." He opened his briefcase and pulled out a folder. "I've been retained to represent you going forward. Your appeal, your case management, and potentially early release if we can build a strong enough argument." I stared at him. "I don't have money for an attorney like you." "You don't need money. Your retainer has already been paid in full by an anonymous benefactor."

My focus shifted to his wild eyes, clenched jaw and then the cut on his lip that had barely visible dried blood. He looked like a man cornered. Dangerous. Broken. Familiar. Like the version of him I almost loved before he vanished into silence and smoke. The charge: assault. Filed by Austin Fletcher. My eyes scanned the document, faster now. Statements. Witnesses. Court dates. Then: Defense Attorney: Thea Lysander. My name. On his case. He’d chosen me. Out of every bloodthirsty, overpriced, reputation-polishing lawyer in the city… he’d chosen me.

"Hello, I'm Martin Smith. I am the appointed attorney to defend you." "Can you help me?" Erica asked, somewhat hopeful, but at the same time she had a bad feeling about the man in front of her. The attorney assigned to Erica's defense was decided earlier than Erica thought. Usually, it takes the next day for the Supreme Court to send a lawyer to meet the defendant. "I have reviewed the documents regarding the case." The lawyer spoke up, quickly getting to the main point. "Based on the evidence and witnesses, I have to be honest and say that everything is against you."