Romans & histoires Lawyer

I said, a cold smirk forming on my lips. I stopped pacing, my eyes darkened as the plan settled into place. Then I reached for my phone and dialed a number i immediately. The line rang once. Twice. “Hello, sir,” my lawyer’s voice came through the line, steady and professional as always. I didn’t bother with pleasantries. “I need something done,” I said without preamble. There was a brief pause, then a quiet shift in his tone, sharper now, more attentive. “Of course. What is it?”

"Oh, you're lucky Atty. Looks like Miss Kyla and Mr. Lewis are done." My secretary smile at me while Kyla formally said goodbye as if nothing had happened. "Hi, is there anything I can help with?" I asked the lawyer in front of me. Well, my secretary calls him Atty, so I assumed he is a lawyer. "Good afternoon Mr. Lewis, I'm Atty. Cruz, Hailey's lawyer. Would you mind if you could come and discuss something privately?"I nodded to him even though I was a little surprised. I invited him inside the office.

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.

Though he was okay with her seeing it and knowing he thought of it often as he pondered different things for different cases he worked on, it was a surprise for him to have framed it and to keep it there among his other personal documents like his degrees and whatnot. “So what type of lawyer are you?” she asked, breaking the silence. “A good one.” He responded and then laughed at her as she made a face back at him. “Seriously though, I am a criminal lawyer for the most part. I handle some cases that have made the news and most that were dismissed for some reason.” “So you’re one of the big wig type lawye

In the following weeks, the scandal surrounding the law firm dominated the headlines, which the media took great pleasure in. I had been one of the most respected litigators in the city just before, but in the blink of an eye, I was branded a fraud, a traitor, and a lawyer willing to sacrifice victims' rights for money. I stopped checking my social media and turned a deaf ear to the cruel insults and accusations. I devoted myself entirely to the countless witness statements stacked before me instead.

Jake had shut his mouth like his mother would say, and let the lawyer do the talking, the lawyer was as cunning as a fox and he was so quick-witted, his strong points were his ability to improvise on the fly, particularly during high-pressure situations; in order words, he is very professional. “We already received statements from the victim and she attested that the only person with access to those images is Jake Mackenzie.” The other officer rebutted passing the other files to the lawyer for him to have a look as well, Bill adjusted his glasses and with a huff, he scanned through the papers and

He withdrew his hand instantly, and guilt bit into me as I glanced at the screen. It’s Cassia. “I have to get this, sorry,” I said apologetically. Charles forced a small smile and nodded. I picked up. “Hey girl,” I said. “Hey! So Lawrence spoke to one of his old college friends. Good lawyer. Young but sharp. Perfect for your business,” she said. I had mentioned needing a lawyer with drive, not just experience. Someone hungry, someone ready to build. Someone like the rest of us. “That sounds perfect,” I said. “Thank you.”

Breaking the silence, unburying my head from his file, I leaned back to my chair looking at him straight in the eyes. "I need a lawyer" He replied. His voice was demanding leaving no room for disobeying or talking back. "For what, if you don't mind me asking?" I asked politely, trying to break the ice. "I am in need of a legal consultant for my businesses" That put me into thinking. What businesses was he taking about, I needed to find out more. "Well, I'm not sure I am what you're looking for. This businesses of yours as I see in your file are in the field of leisure and entertainment. It's not my expertise, perhaps I should provide you with another-" Before

Irene’s eyes slightly widened as she asked Iqrar about that. “Yes, I’m the Daud family’s family lawyer, before a criminal defence lawyer.” “That’s impressive,” Irene nodded. “Shukriya,” with that soft glint in his eyes, he could make anyone slip for him even at this age. (Thanks) “I’ll also become a… a… law-law…” and Isaac showed everybody his white handkerchief that made them laugh. “Aww, my baby! That’s a lawyer!” Zoya pinched his cheek softly as she told him. Izhar put his arm around her shoulders meanwhile.

Wendy sobbed, “I don’t have her social media. But I do know she’s a lawyer. She runs her own law firm.” “OMG, a lawyer who’s also a homewrecker? No morals at all!” “Lawyer or not, don’t romanticize that profession. They’re just paid to do a job like anyone else.”