Romans & histoires Lawyer

She grabbed a pink spiral bonded jotter and a pen, she began fliping the jotter. "Hmmm....So lets meet you." I smiled before replying, "I'm Chiziterem Obiagwu, a writer, teacher and a lawyer who stopped practicing." I replied. "Oh my goodness!"Mary exclaimed. "You are a Lawyer?" she whisphered yelled. "That is what I said," I replied, nodding my head. "Don't forget, no personal questions." I reminded her, before she starts bombarding me with questions. "That is not cool." She groaned loudly, face palming.

Harley was happy that her NGO organization was finally running smoothly. She had employed some of the most competent workers to be the pillars of the organization. However, she knew that she needed to do more than that. So, she employed a competent lawyer to govern all that was under her organization. The lawyer, Mr. Brown, was an experienced professional who had worked with several organizations. He had a thorough understanding of the legal framework that governed non-governmental organizations and was well-versed in the art of negotiating contracts. Harley was pleased with his services and was confident that she had made the r

"Not a divorce lawyer." The doctor let out a shaky sigh of relief, though she still looked deeply confused. "Then what kind of lawyer do you need?" An unshakable resolve settled deep inside my bones, freezing away any lingering softness or hesitation. "A criminal lawyer," I answered quietly. "I have someone who I need to make sure stays in prison for the rest of their natural life." The doctor stared at me, a chill running down her spine at the terrifying calm in my voice. She didn't ask any more questions. She didn't need to.

she giggled in spite of the serious conversation. Atticus cleared his throat, “the five families do meet monthly with me in attendance. I also remain on retainer to manage any potential issues which arise in our business. I am an international law lawyer with my own company and several exceptional talents who report to me. I am legally able to represent you in more than nineties countries all over the world.” “Holy shit. You need to be brilliant.”

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Moving his thoughts away from her, he focused his attention on the task at hand. At his desk, he picked up his phone and called his Lawyer who was his best friend and had been his Best-man. “Is this official or best friend mode?” Mark asked upon receiving the call. It was the usual way he answered Lemuel’s call and it always made Lemuel laugh. “This is official mode.” Lemuel answered and knew that Mark would become dramatic. “You have reached Mark Green, Prolific Solicitor, fearless, ready and at your service.” Mark said proudly.

Ryan growled, a flicker of anger burning in his eyes. With their gazes locked in a heated stare, the tension in the room was palpable. Just then, the lawyer entered, holding a briefcase, and he broke the silence. "Good morning everyone," the lawyer greeted, his voice calm and professional. He was a middle-aged man with greying hair and small spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose. "I am here to read the last will and testament of Michael Ryan." Linc smiled proudly and relaxed back in his chair.

My hands reached up to rub my eyes before looking at Lucas' figure that was before me. "Hey bud," I said, my voice groggy from sleep. I cleared my throat before reaching out to ruffle his hair. "Class ended two minutes ago," Lucas said coming to sit next to me. "Really?" I asked checking my phone for the time. I had slept for almost 30 minutes. "Where is Mr. Lawrence?" I asked referring to his teacher. "He just walked out, he said I had no homework today," he said with a toothy grin making me chuckle.

Nathan nodded back, his gaze flickering toward the boardroom doors. Blake is Nathan’s lawyer and one of the sharpest legal minds in the business world. Highly intelligent, strategic, and meticulous, he has been a key asset to Nathan, helping him navigate complex corporate legal battles and high-stakes negotiations. With a background in corporate law and mergers, Blake is not just a lawyer—he’s a tactician who anticipates moves before they happen, always staying three steps ahead of his opponents.

And by that, he could tell that Lila didn’t know who Andrew was. “You’re lucky, today is my charity day. I still possess the spirit.” Then Barry made a short call. “Right, you do that Saturday free legal advice.” Andrew commented after Barry ended his phone call. “Legal advice?” Lila looked at Barry in surprise. “You’re a lawyer? I thought you’re a chef or something, since you own a fancy restaurant like this.” Barry laughed. “I don’t own this restaurant, just have some shares.” For the second time, Lila made inaudibly oh again. “So, as a lawyer, you practice the law and have a deep understanding about it, right?”