Lawyer Novels & Stories

The other directors all nod and then wait for him to answer. “I, I, I’m Mike Brewers and I’m with Brewers Law firm.” Tom holds up his phone stopping him from saying anything else. He makes a call “yes, I’d like you to check a lawyer’s credentials and registration please? Yes, his name is Mike Brewers of Brewers law firm” he asks the person on the other end.

the lawyer explained, “are you sure he can be faithful to me?“ Zack inquired, “I recommend him for you, he can never be messed up with you, he is one my colleagues that we are working together,” the lawyer said, “Okay, I believe you,” Zack said, “will you send his phone numbers to me?“ he asked, “I will text his phone numbers to you asap,” the lawyer said, A few minutes later, he saw the message, and he checked it, it was the lawyer's phone number, and he called the lawyer, “hello” the lawyer responded,

They needed something to do. Zander glanced at me for a second when I sat. Just a second. Then he looked back at the lawyer. He had already explained everything. I could tell from the way the lawyer was scrolling through his iPad, his brows slightly pulled together, his fingers pausing every now and then like he was rereading something. My picture. The headlines. The comments. All of it. I pressed my lips together slightly and looked away. “This situation isn’t good,” the lawyer said finally, his voice calm but firm. He didn’t look up yet. “Not for this time that you’re trying to get into the corp

A nod made him smile. "I don't know why I can see Bang Zaweel's face at a glance, besides his handsomeness level exceeds the former, he also has better insight and personality." Lidya's assumption is not wrong, because Zaweel has already taken his master's degree in law, which makes him a lawyer. Even in Jakarta, Zaweel is known as a firm lawyer and has the best experience among his contemporaries. Haziya has not told her family at all about Zaweel's help, who offered to become a lawyer at the trial.

Brittney Licking my lips, I smiled widely at him, more interested in him than I was thirty seconds ago. “Wow, so you're a lawyer?” I breathed, widening my eyes in a way that would make me look impressed. “Uh, how did you know?” His chest puffed out even bigger. “Yes, I'm a lawyer and I work for one of the biggest firms in Florida and there's even talks of setting a new office up in New York which I might be in charge of.”

he chuckled causing her to let out a little laugh too. After a while of silence, he said to her, “I'll be your lawyer,” making her raise her head to look at him, “Pardon?” “Let's say, I didn't introduce myself well enough. I am Bachelor Attorney Carson Walter, one of the best lawyers in New York City” he flashed her a million dollar smile and went back to making some coffee. “I… I… I'm grateful… I don't know what to say” she breathed out when she registered what he meant. She felt like some weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

the girl said. "Well, that's correct. One of the characteristics of being a good lawyer is the ability to remain truthful at all times, you should be aware that someone might end up being wronged or wrongfully imprisoned because of your judgement, you should know that someone might also be freed because of you when they are supposed to be behind the bars for the end of their lives, "People's lives depends on the decisions you make as a lawyer, be reminded that your words can kill and also save people. That is why you are adviced to be truthful in your investigations as lawyers"

It was scary. The sound of New York traffic greets me as I step out of my apartment building and head towards my lawyer’s office. Rhania, my attorney, called me earlier this morning to discuss a few business contracts. Rhania Davenport and I have worked together for years. She handles all of the legal work for my contracts, the dessert shops that Maleah and I co-own, and any future legal matters that I need to take care of. The woman is an incredible lawyer. She is a machine for justice in Prada. Rhania and I both interned for the same company— in different departments, but somehow, we managed to hit it off.

We chatted about school and how Tenley would take extra classes this semester so she could graduate and take the bad exam in December. Each time she describes her aspirations of becoming a lawyer, the path seems clearer, and I find myself wanting to pursue a similar career path like hers and Layken’s. While I’m not interested in the rigors of a full-fledged lawyer’s career, supporting the legal field as a legal assistant appeals to me. The quick pace of this work environment excites me, and it would allow for more frequent interaction with Layken. If I were to make becoming a legal assistant a reality, he might rediscover his lo

As Lucas and I sat in the lawyer's office surrounded by polished wood and leather, I felt a sense of unease. It was awfully stuffy in this room, much more stuffy than Professor Black's office, and that resided in an old building. This lawyer's office was much worse and I could smell the years of dust clinging to every surface. The lawyer was named Gregory, and he was a stern-faced older man in a perfectly tailored suit. He listened intently as Lucas explained our predicament. He looked like he was around Kendrick's age, and I wondered how close he and Kendrick were.