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“Some are calling you the female John Grisham. For a first time author, how does that make you feel?” Stupid question, Alex thought. “Well, Stephanie, I could say that John Grisham is the female Rachel Clark...” Great comeback, Rach. The reporter obviously didn’t share Alex’s appraisal of Rachel’s remark. “Uh, what I meant was that your book, Legal Briefs, is set in a law firm.”

that seemed to change depending on which century the law was written in. Some of this contradicts other parts, Emma realized, comparing two different books. How is anyone supposed to navigate legal precedents that don't even agree with each other? The front door opened, and Emma heard Adrian's familiar footsteps. "Emma?" he called. "I'm home." "In here!" Emma called back, not looking up from a particularly confusing passage about inter-pack marriage contracts. "Fair warning, I've turned the dining room into a law library." Adrian appeared in the doorway and stopped short. "Wow. Sophia wasn't kidding about the reading material."

"That's what happens when you play with fire." Mistress. The word coiled in my gut. A raw, bitter taste. Reigna, my Reigna, a mistress? It wasn't true. But Emma’s words, laced with venom, were a mirror of my own past foolishness. I looked at the stack of law books, their spines mocking me. Contract Law, Criminal Procedure, Evidence. Reigna paid for these. All of them.

A hungry cub waiting for the right time to attack. “Claire, this is Dr. Alyssa Lopez a psychologist. I think she could be of some help.” Attorney Ephraim introduced the two to each other and stepped out at the garden to smoke. He had to leave them space to talk to each other. Miss Lopez that he needs to give space to Claire to loosen up her nerves. She knew from his stories he shared that Claire doesn’t trust Ephraim Reyes. He admits that he can be overly intimidating that other people mistook it as a form of aggressiveness and arrogance. “Attorney Ephraim is right, you’re quite beautiful. I feel sorry for you that you have to get through this. Don’t worry, I’m sure Mr. Ephraim will take car

the wolf assured me with some kind of condescending smile that made me feel uncomfortable. Maybe he didn’t understand that I really didn’t know anything, but as a typical man, accustomed to the fact that you could only do serious business with those who had a penis, he simply perceived me as a woman, as a client, as an employer a fool who needed to say exactly what she wanted to hear. The sad thing was that he was either partly right, or partly I really gave the impression. - Is there anything else you would like to discuss while the car is following me? the lawyer asked, pulling out his phone.

Today had been nerve wracking enough without some crazy policeman telling lies and making things worse and the fact that he had broken into my home doesn't bare thinking about. “Good luck with that. I'm going to make sure you aren't an officer of the law for much longer. if there's one thing I hate it's dirty cops.” The judge placed me back on my feet, but his hands remained around my waist. Holding me close to his side. “Breaking and entering, stalking and assault. Should be enough to go hey.” He rolled his eyes. “At least choose a side.” “My side is the opposite to whatever one you're on. You and Gio. I'll make sure-” He spat again. A heavy gob of blood fell on the carpet and I turned away

The ceiling was so high it was lost in darkness, and the walls were lined with thousands of leather-bound books that smelled of aged paper and expensive cedarwood. She found a small desk in the far corner and switched on a single gold lamp. The amber glow felt like a protective bubble against the shadows of the mansion. She opened her thick volume of Criminal Liability and Negligence, her mind immediately diving into the world of facts and justice. "Just one more chapter," she whispered to the empty room. "Just one more, Papa. For you."

she said. Jason said, "If you like it, you can have it." "Really?" Iris asked, delighted. "Why not?" he said, handing it to her. Iris took the book and carefully rubbed the stained spot. "There's a passage in the book that resonates with me." "Which one?" Jason asked. "The essence of law is that there is no absolute freedom, nor absolute fairness," she replied. Jason added, "Laws guide people, and punishments prevent crimes." Professor Sandler chimed in, "Laws are designed to guide, while punishments serve to deter wrongdoings."

CHAPTER 134 Clara’s POV The afternoon sun hung high in the sky as I stepped out of the bookstore carrying two new books pressed against my chest. One was about corporate governance. The other was about shareholder litigation. A few weeks ago, I wouldn’t have even understood the titles. Now I was spending my free time reading them voluntarily. The realization almost made me laugh. If someone had told me six months ago that I would willingly spend hours studying business law, I would have assumed they were insane.

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