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he politely declined. "You can bring your wife along. What's she like?" Lara asked enthusiastically. Her lawyer had never talked about his wife during their time together. Lara was quite curious about the companion of such an intelligent man. "Ah, my wife is just an ordinary housewife. She often writes novels as a hobby," he said. "Oh really? I love reading novels. What novels does she write?" Lara couldn't contain her curiosity. She became even more interested in the lawyer's wife. "Romance novels, sometimes romance thrillers or even drama. Actually, I often become her guinea pig," the lawyer said with a laugh.

“Wassup Attorney” “Daniel.” I acknowledged, we worked for the same Good-will law firm but i barely got to see him.. and other lawyers. That was mostly my fault, i didn't have time to stay at the office. Thankfully i had a good secretary who does the annoying work for me. She also chooses most of my potential cases for me. “Congratulations on winning yesterday's case. I salute you.” “Why are you using a real gun here?” I said, not that it really concerned me but the gunshot would get the attention of the police and other things and i just couldn't deal with anything serious right now.

The sheriffs sat across, the folder on the table between them like an open wound. The lawyer picked it up with gloved precision, flipping through the pages slowly. His silence stretched long, filling the air with tension until even Eloise stopped fidgeting. Finally, he closed the file with a snap. “This,” he said firmly, “is fabricated.” Both officers stiffened, their eyes narrowing. The lawyer’s tone was calm but unyielding. “The documents are inconsistent, the signatures forged, and the trail conveniently direct. Whoever assembled this intended for it to be found, and believed.” He tapped the folder. “It will not hold in court.”

Pushing her would only make her retreat further. “I handle legal disputes. Trials. Judgments. I make sure the pack follows our laws and traditions.” I picked up a book and pretended to examine it. “It’s lonely work. People fear me because I can tell when they’re lying. They avoid me because they don’t want to be judged.” I set the book down. “But someone has to do it. Someone has to make sure justice is served.” “Do you ever get it wrong?” The question surprised me. “Yes. Sometimes. And those are the nights I don’t sleep.”

Afterward, as a few young lawyers approached to ask quiet, earnest questions, Arthur sidled up to me at the refreshment table, nibbling on a sad-looking croissant. "Not bad, Mrs. G," he murmured. "A little heavy on the oceanic metaphors for a landlocked crowd, but you held them. I got two solid plot ideas. One involving an ethically compromised water rights lawyer. Very timely." I laughed, the tension draining away. "I'm glad it was useful." As we walked out into the cool evening air, the city lights beginning to sparkle, he took my hand. "So," he said. "Lawyer, author, mentor, grandmother-to-be, ethical philosopher, first mate... which chapter are we in now?"

Speaking of law, how did he feel about the fact that his mate was a woman on the wrong side of it? The answer took less than a second to arrive. It didn’t really bother him. Gavin was used to defending criminals. Innocent or not, he’d not previously cared. It was up to him to give them their chance in court. To battle against the myriad levels of legal mumbo jumbo, discredit evidence, and tear apart witnesses—verbally, not physically—to win. Did that make him a bad person? Depended on who you asked. The clients he acquitted loved him. But treading a gray line with the law didn’t mean, though, that he’d cave to Fabian’s repeated request to come work for him because, as his creator claimed as

I said casually. Gab had a handgun pointed at the left side of the lawyer. Another man came into the room, he had the same body built and stand as with the lawyer. Attorney Newman was led to sit at a corner and given a book. Gab typed words on his phone and showed it to the trembling lawyer. The lawyer embraced the book to his chest and Gab carefully removed his vest. The other guy who walked in wore the vest instead of the lawyer and sat on the chair Attorney Newman was guided to sit on. Then the guy pretended to read the book, flipping the pages ever so slow as if he was indeed looking for something on it.

"Can you even hear yourself? You know if anyone sees you or sees me with you the Press will use your wrinkled face against me. I don't wanna wake up one morning and see me being talked about on the News for having a wife with a hideous face." "But I'm your wife. Don't I deserve to be treated like one even if it'll mean people's gonna talk bad about you or your image getting soiled?" Xavier felt about to burst from rage he started to me and grabbed my arms and he roared, "nothing's gonna ruin my image. My image as a Top Model CEO should never get soiled." He wanted to make that clear to me. That gnashing jaw explained it all. I flinched by his voice. He has never grabbed me like the way he ju

she says and I felt my heart melt. "How sweet of you Alice," I say kicking her out of my office so I could do some work, I wasn't doing my best work, I was trying my best to focus, to read all the files that I had on hand, but I kept thinking back to Mr Morningstar, is he really part of the mafia? What if I end up being a mafia lawyer, I know those are paid generously but they don't have the best reputation out there. I ordered lunch at my office and ate there while working, Thalia dropped by my office again, dropping some papers and then left with a tight smile on her face, pretending that it didn't bother me having to do extra paperwork.

I reopened the tab I’d saved last night and skimmed through my notes on white-collar criminal liability and attorney-client privilege boundaries. The kind of stuff I’d cursed for five straight years for keeping me awake at night. But tonight or technically, this afternoon...my anxious brain needed something to control. And the law, no matter how awful, always came with rules. Tilting my head, I scrolled through the e-book, trying to remember the last time I studied not to win an argument but just to learn.