Novel & Cerita Lawyer

Point four: And now, the lawyer who drafted the will. “Now my honor, I would love to call to the stand the very lawyer who oversaw the drafting of the will Barrister Henry Walker.” A tall, gray-haired man in a neat suit walked up and took the stand. He looked calm, the kind of calm that came from years of knowing you’re always the smartest in the room. My lawyer buttoned his jacket and stepped forward. “Mr. Walker, please state your profession for the record.” “I’m a lawyer,” the man said. His voice was steady, no nonsense. “Specializing in estate planning and wills

All three of them turned their gaze to me, their expressions shifting to one of realization. “Oh no,” I said, realizing the situation was worse than I thought. “You want me to represent myself?” “You're a brilliant lawyer,” Kane replied, stepping closer, ready to make his case. “You know how to put together arguments, find the weak spots in legal reasoning, and turn evidence into powerful tools against your opponents.” “I’m just a corporate lawyer who focuses on contracts and mergers!” I argued back. “The most intense thing I've done in a courtroom is argue over intellectual property. I don't know anything about supernatural law

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.

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

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

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.”

Don't bother with it," I decline the card. "Please, accept it," the lady insists. "Alright, I'll accept. Thank you." The business card is black with a symbol that represents justice. It quickly occurs to me that he might be a lawyer or something similar. On the left side is his name in bold font, "Stephen Ballario Lencaster," followed by the description "Criminal Defense Attorney," and his contact information below. The card is quite impressive. "Please don't hesitate to contact us if you need anything, whatever it might be," Mr. Stephen adds.

" He introduces. He looks like he's in his early fifties with peppered hair and a few stress wrinkles over his face. "Rosaleigh Clarkson, Mr Grey's personal assistant." I return and motion for him to take a seat which I take opposite him. "I'm not sure if Xander told you but I'm a criminal defense lawyer. I've been in this line of work for thrity five years now, I am the best of the best in the country and I'm happy to be at your service." He smiles but I find it hard to return it. I remain silent, a criminal defense lawyer? He's got to be kidding me.