Lawyer Novels & Stories

He is our company in house lawyer and as much as we pay him, he is on a twenty-four-hour retainer with us. “Did I wake you? So sorry. Get your arse up. I need you.” My accent kicking right back in. The lawyer is also one of my good friends from college. I am taking over the world and bringing all my qualified friends with me. “Yeah, no I’m up. What do you need?” Lee speaks half sleep. But I know if I tell him anything he will remember it all.

"That's not comfort. That's just what I see." He was quiet. "You're very good at that," he said. "At what?" "At the distinction between comfort and accuracy." He looked at the sky. "Most people blend them. You keep them separate." "I'm a lawyer," she said. "By function if not by title. I'm not supposed to conflate evidence with reassurance." "You're not a lawyer," he said. "You're something more specific than that." She looked at him. "A pack legal advocate," she said.

Elaine said. The lawyer approached Detective Carter and extended his right hand for a handshake, putting a smirk on his lips as he began to speak. "I'm Attorney Anderson. I know you're skilled at handling big and serious cases, and I've seen your name in the newspapers for saving lots of victims from big fishes. But I believe suing my client is a big mistake, and I suggest you drop the case before it goes in the wrong direction."

He moved his hand through his shiny brown hairs and sat beside Josalina. "What makes a lawyer be at an office after the court hours?", Josalina teased James eating her noodles. James smiled but kept quite. He kept staring at the most beautiful woman eat noodles. She slowly swollowed her noodles handling the rough strands of her hairs that were continuously disturbing her. James is the top lawyer of the entire country and his contribution to law and honesty is highly respected. He is also the the highest ranked personal lawyer of the Build company who deals with all the company's construction affai

And the only hand reaching out to pull me up belonged to a man who probably broke more laws before breakfast than I had in my whole career. I watched him from the doorway. He hadn’t said much since the phone call. But his presence was loud. Calm, dangerous, watchful. Like a loaded gun on a velvet cushion. “You really think they’ll arrest you?” I asked, arms crossed, heart thudding. He didn’t even flinch. “They’ll try. And if they do, I won’t go quietly.” I shook my head. “That’s not a good plan.” “It’s the only one I’ve got.”

I said. "I'm not terrified because I'm not the one whose entire secret world might be exposed," my lawyer said, with the particular dry honesty I'd come to appreciate from her over these months. "I'm simply the one trained to think clearly when the stakes are this high. Terror is your job tonight, Camila. Strategy is mine. I find the division of labor works rather well, historically." "I'll try to stick to my assigned role, then." "Please do," she said. "I've grown rather fond of winning cases, and your particular brand of improvisation, however effective it's proven so far, makes my job considerably harder."

He actually laughed. "You can try dorogoy, but I don't think you know who I am or what I do." "You're a sick son of a bitch who molests their stepdaughters." His jaw ticked and I smirked. "I can defend myself in court, but the best part is that I can turn the case on you." He opened the console with one hand and tossed a glossy black card in my lap. I picked it up and saw the gold embossed words. Raymond and Vasily. The best law firm in Minnesota. Why didn't I even think of it? I didn't even need to ask him what type of lawyer he was. I had a gut feeling that he was a defence attorney. I put the card back in the console and acknowledged the fact that I was scr

he asked as he pushed the door that was still unlocked. “Yes, do you know any lawyers?” Lee answered. “Depends on the type of lawyer you are looking for?” “I want a lawyer or better yet an attorney that has the best results in the shortest time possible. The attorney should not be involved in any illegal cases and would always have the interest of the innocent at heart and would fight for them.” “There are three that I know,” Davis said. “You know if any of them have any dealings with the orphanage?” “Two of them do,” Davis said as he was wondering if the boss would want to meet with them.

Not after finding out the woman who changed the trajectory of my life has been sleeping next to me all this time. I'm staring at my lawyer as he says something about the divorce. I can see his lips moving but I can't really hear what he's saying. Lawrence Davies, the lawyer, has been working for me for the past couple of years. He's a tall sharp man who's obsessed with slicked-back hair and grey suits. He's an excellent lawyer who has never lost a single case since he started working for me. What I like the most about him is how funny he can be while still being professional.

"I’m Lucas Everhart. A Lawyer. From Everhart & Vale LLP. I’m interested in your case. It’s been a year, but it’s not too late to change things." I stared at him, at his hand waiting between us. Was After everything, after all I’d lost, I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or cling to the fragile thread of hope he dangled before me.