Defend Me Attorney Novels & Stories

he says. "I'm adaptable," I say. "Are you the lawyer? I asked them to send someone." He pauses, one beat, slightly too long. "Something like that." The phrasing, the pause, the way he said it without breaking eye contact tells me he is either a very relaxed solicitor or a very confident one, and either way it bodes well for my situation. "Good," I say. "Because I have a solid self-defence case, and I'd like to establish that before whoever that woman is uses her connections to reframe the narrative."

The green text on my cracked laptop screen burned into my retinas. "I am already standing outside your library door." My pulse spiked to one hundred and thirty beats per minute. I closed the laptop, shoving it into my backpack with precise, calculated movements. If Rocco was physically present, I had exactly seconds before my extraction completely collapsed. I pulled out my burner phone, my thumb tapping the pre-programmed contact number for a cash-only criminal attorney. Arthur Vance was a ruthless defense lawyer who specialized in dismantling syndicate contracts. I pressed dial, pressing the plastic speaker tightly against my ear.

Elaine said. The lawyer approached Detective Carter and extended his right hand for a handshake, putting a smirk on his lips as he began to speak. "I'm Attorney Anderson. I know you're skilled at handling big and serious cases, and I've seen your name in the newspapers for saving lots of victims from big fishes. But I believe suing my client is a big mistake, and I suggest you drop the case before it goes in the wrong direction."

“How is that legal?” “Because the law assumes if you don’t show up to defend yourself, you’ve either abandoned the case or you don’t have a defense worth hearing. It’s not fair. I’ve spent ten years telling judges it’s not fair. Doesn’t change how the system works.” “So what do I do?” “You respond. You appear. You fight it, on the record, with representation.” He tapped the desk twice, decisive. “I’ll take your case.” “I can’t pay you.”

I will protect him. As for Florence’s law firm, it was destined to be ruined. After all, Anthea never let an insult go unpunished.

I tell him sharply and he looked stunned. "You know you're supposed to defend yourself, right?" He asks, earning a short laugh from me. "And why should I? I have nothing to defend. If you want to know why we met, you should have just asked instead of concluding that I'm switching teams. I might be anything in this world but a traitor is not one of them. I have nothing to hide so I have nothing to defend and if your decision is to drop my firm, I won't argue with you." I reply bluntly.

Haziya's eyebrows knit together, she didn't ask Zaweel to be a lawyer for the trial process. "My first case must win.'" Huft, Zaweel turns out to have a certain purpose. "Just find another client, I'm not your experiment." "Don't get me wrong, for your sake I don't even need to be paid." Haziya wants to block him again, let's say tomorrow Zaweel will text him with a new number he will do it anyway. "Ziya, we will solve this case immediately so you can safely work." Haziya looked thoughtful.

The officer left them alone, locking the door and waiting outside. “Hello, Mr. Van Every! I’m Chris Fitzgerald, a criminal defense attorney with fifteen years of experience in handling complex criminal cases in and around New York. Lucas Donnelly has sent me to fight your case, but I would need more details. Can we sit down and plan a strategy to get you out of this mess?” said the attorney, stretching his hand forward for a shake. “Hello, Mr. Fitzgerald. Pleased to meet you.” Alexander shook hands with him and sat down to discuss what exactly had happened earlier. Mr. Fitzgerald listened intently, recording his statement.

I made it quite obvious to her what I wanted from her. "That isn't feasible; I am your attorney, and I will handle your case as it suits me. Furthermore, I emphasized during our initial meeting that our connection is solely based on this murder case, so don't expect a miracle." Her cold voice broke my heart, but I'm determined not to let her back into this case—even if it means spending the rest of my life behind bars since I can't afford a strong defense attorney who fights against Jordan Lucas. "Fine, if you have already made a decision, Bella, please pay close attention to my words; I no longer permit you to defend this murder case." I informed her of my decision and restarted the car.

But he didn’t know who he was dealing with. “Exaggerated?” I repeated, turning to face the judge. “If a bruise that lasts for weeks is ‘exaggerated,’ if broken ribs that can’t be seen under a shirt are ‘exaggerated,’ then what are we doing here, Your Honor? Are we here to uphold the law, or are we here to protect the abuser because he’s a well-known businessman with influence?” I could feel the energy in the room shift. The defense attorney’s confident demeanor began to crumble, bit by bit. His eyes darted around, and I knew that for the first time in this case, he was starting to doubt himself. And I was just getting started.