Defend Me Attorney Novels & Stories

“I’m serious. Look, I’m going to send you the names of a couple lawyers. Do me a favor, get one on retainer now.” Xy chuckled. “I have an entire team of lawyers.” “You have corporate lawyers. I want you to have a defense attorney at the ready. With your money, you can avoid spending more than a couple hours in jail if you call one of these people ahead of time. I recommend Meredith Sencia, ” he advised. “A woman?” Xyrus said, with surprise. Gaell groaned. “I know, I know. You don’t think a woman could possibly do the job as well as a man.”

“No.” “I will ruin you,” Gloria snarled, her mask slipping as anger took over. “I’ll tell everyone I know what a disgusting pervert you are. I will shout it from the rooftops. Call the Bar Association. You won’t be able to practice law in this state once I’m done with you.” “You can try,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside. “You forget I have got a pretty good damned attorney. I could sue you for defamation of character.”

“I’m not paying you to fail me, Ms. Harris.” Her unreadable eyes narrowed and she peered at him for a long minute, then she dropped gracelessly into the chair, selected a folder from the stack she’d brought and, hunched over it, retorted, “You’re not paying me anyway, Dr. Johansen. I’m a public defender. Your soon to be ex-wife has frozen your assets. You can’t afford an attorney.”

"Or have a heart attack!" "What ground does he have to sue me? I've not signed any contract. I've never agreed to be a defense attorney. I just said I want to be a lawyer. It ain't my fault he assumed it's just like him! I just said I want to help others. He doesn’t have to know I mean help them get their justice from his rich fucks!" Ashley grinned very proud of herself. Angel continued to laugh. "All this time they've been worried about me. Watching me. And you're the one who's going to bite them in the ass! Priceless. I gotta be around when that shit hits the fan!!"

I swallowed hard. "However," the Judge continued, his tone shifting almost imperceptibly, "Your lawyer has presented a compelling argument for self-defense. He has detailed a history of escalating threats, documented instances of harassment, and, crucially, painted a vivid and believable account of the events leading up to Ms. Reyna's death, emphasizing the immediate and perceived imminent danger you faced before and on the night in question."

Even everyone in here wants him innocent. "Ma'am Maxine, her attorney is now here," the police notices them as they look at the door. It's attorney Barbie with Angelito. "Good evening. I am Denver's lawyer to defend him from pleading guilty. My name is attorney Barbie De Mesa Geronimo; I heard about his controversial case, so that I will do my best in court," she pleaded wholeheartedly. However, Angelito's eyes are not merciful towards him, nor his mother because he could be an enemy because what he knew could be a nuclear bomb.

A gallery of wooden benches where observers sat. We sat in the gallery. The facility’s legal team was already present, three lawyers at the respondent’s table with the specific energy of people who had prepared a defense and were ready to deploy it. Priya had described their lead counsel to me on the drive over, a woman named Hartley who specialised in institutional defense and who was, Priya said, technically excellent and strategically predictable. Predictable in the specific way of someone who had used the same arguments successfully enough times that they had stopped questioning whether the arguments were the right ones.

Or maybe she wasn't. The doorbell wasn't through buzzing when Colleen marched into the apartment. "Hey." They hugged. Colleen looked over the plates of food. "You having an army? You get enough food to satisfy an Italian grandma. I know. I have an Italian Grandma." Meg smiled. Colleen, She was a defense attorney who had defended some high profile clients for her young age. She grabbed life with both hands but was the least serious of the three. "Wine?"

Victor is still rotting in prison. The next day, Victor was surprised when he heard the loud opening of steel. He tried to stand up and the warden pulled him. "You're out with a visitor." Victor was relieved and there he found a man in corporate attire and holding documents. "Good morning, who are they?" "I am Attorney De Mesa." "My lawyer? I can't pay you?" "I am here to defend you." "Defend?" Victor laughed and shook his head at what his interlocutor said as a no-brainer. "What's in exchange? I'd rather die here than have you play with me."

The person he had been desperately defending and protecting all this time was a murderer who took his mother away from him. "W-What have I… done…" Michael began pounding his own head maniacally as a howl of unbearable agony tore from his throat. What had he done? After Martha was killed, he stopped going home and spent every day by Layla's side, caring for the woman who had taken his mother's life. When I fought to seek justice for Martha, he used every ounce of his legal skill to protect Layla, mocking me relentlessly while slapping the label of a scammer onto an honest elderly woman who had spent her entire life suffering quietly.