Romans & histoires Lawyer

“BESTIE?!!! ARE YOU STILL THERE?” I never thought Liz could do it in such a short period. I smiled and responded, “Sorry, I just couldn’t believe you managed to find one. Fill me in with the details.” Liz continued to deliver the wonderful news. It was like music to my ears. “So the lawyer I got is from Crossbow Pack. Lucian Fox is a gamma there and accepted to represent you in this long battle.” I chuckled and displayed a powerful smile. “Wonderful! Thank you, Liz. I’ll surely remember this favor. When can we see him?”

The door opened again. It was my lawyer who walked in dressed in a black suit, holding his briefcase “Good evening,” he said politely. He looked at me and nodded. “Mr. Jacobs.” Then he turned to the officer. “I’m Barrister Anderson, Mr. Jacobs’ legal representative.” “Please, have a seat,” the officer said. The lawyer sat beside me. “My apologies for the delay, Mr. Jacobs,” he said quietly. “I had a court hearing and my phone was on silent. I came here immediately after seeing your message.”

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.

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Maybe you'll make an offer and I'll put an end to this bullshit once and for all, because I have more important things to attend to than a clueless one who scratches the car of a man who can just buy another one right away. Of everything he said, I only heard LAWYER “A ”. Oh, of course it had to be a lawyer. A lawyer who wouldn't be, would he? I bet he got paid for the service the way he thought he was worth more: “sucking it”. After all, for him, his cock in a woman's mouth was a privilege for the “lucky one”. Disgusting, cheeky, pervert... Disqualified major. - I'll call... After lunch. I held o

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.

Claire looked at Edward and noticed that he was very serious about what he was said . She let go of him and stepped back . " Your........special lawyer ? " said Claire confused . " .....I want you to be my special lawyer . You will not only deal with the cases of me being thrown in court but you will also be in charge of my protection . This is all that will be required from you . Since you will be working as my bodyguard you will also be my assistant . " said Edward with a smirk .

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.

"Hello, Attorney James. It's Alda Harrington. Please respond; it's urgent." The moment I hit the button that says "sent," I got a notification on my I*******m that read: "Hey Alda, been a while. How are you and how is Tyler?" Attorney James was the lawyer I used to sign my house ownership over to Tyler. He was the same lawyer who helped me prepare the document I signed to hand over my eatery ownership to Tyler. And now, perhaps, he could help me, in my regretful state, send a divorce letter to Tyler so that I do not lose my house and eatery.

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.