ทนายความ Novels & Stories

she giggled in spite of the serious conversation. Atticus cleared his throat, “the five families do meet monthly with me in attendance. I also remain on retainer to manage any potential issues which arise in our business. I am an international law lawyer with my own company and several exceptional talents who report to me. I am legally able to represent you in more than nineties countries all over the world.” “Holy shit. You need to be brilliant.”

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.

Scarlett replied with a heavy sigh. "You are welcome." Pointing to a male attorney in his early thirties, Jessica introduced, “Well, here is his. Your attorney.” Yael Amari was their assigned lawyer from Longhills And Hogans Associates. He was helpful and was direct to the point. Jessica told Scarlett that the man used to be one of the best public prosecutors in Braeton until he decided to practice privately. He presented Scarlett and Cindy options, a way to speed up a trial, including handling Analisa’s continued denial of the crime. Even Courtney had now denied her previous admission, thanks to having lawyered up.

More like… a lingering detail that hadn’t left my nerves yet. I didn’t look at it again. I lifted my eyes back to the screens. “The prosecutor assigned is Silvia Smith.” Rourke’s expression tightened. “Smith?” “Correct,” I said. “She’s not here to play nice.” Pike’s gaze sharpened. “So you thought the answer was bringing in a human?” “The answer was bringing in competent counsel,” I replied. Whitlock’s voice went colder. “We have wolves who handle our legal matters.” “You have wolves who handle contracts and property disputes,” I said. “This is homicide, obstruction exposure, and enterprise theory if she decides she wants it. Your wolves aren’t trained for that.”

Tall and distinguished-looking with salt-and-pepper hair and an impeccably tailored suit that probably cost more than most people's monthly rent. "Carson Whitfield, Your Honor, representing Ms. Matthews," he said in a voice that carried just the right amount of deference while still projecting absolute confidence. My stomach dropped. Carson Whitfield was one of the most prominent defense attorneys in New York—known for representing high-profile clients and securing favorable outcomes even in seemingly impossible cases. His services didn't come cheap. Not the kind of lawyer someone with frozen assets should be able to afford. Robert tensed beside me. "This complicates things," he murmured.

someone yelled. Really?! So this is on me? No one else is going to attempt to call the cops? Isaac is one freaking person! “Taylor Monroe, Attorney at Law, you probably know her,” Isaac said as he grabbed two separate table cloths and yanked them. “Dammit, I almost had it that time,” he said before rubbing his hands together.

“But in case I do . . . know any good ones?” “Contract law isn’t my forte.” “Right. You take down the bad guys.” “I make sure my clients get as fair a deal as possible.” His expression shifted to one of surprise. “You represent the bad guys?” “I represent folks who pay my law firm to secure the best legal representation they can get. In my line of work, it’s not about guilt or innocence. It’s about achieving justice as defined by the letter of the law. You try and screw over one of my clients, I will do everything in my power to yank the screw free, and find a nice tender spot in which to return it.”

Instead, her heart beat a little quicker, her mouth was desert-dry, and her hands trembled with excitement. "So­Layla said you're an attorney?" She decided to try small talk again. Her plate was wiped clean and so was his. He leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head, fingers laced as he studied her. "Yeah. I focus on real estate transactions. I'm an associate attorney at Pimms & Associates LLP."

Vincent felt himself frowning, had her sense of euphoria been so grand that she had lost all sense of wonder and excitement for this world? “Okay, say, say that I do believe you.” Vincent continued, “What exactly is a ‘Lawyer?’” he asked as he raked his hair disrupting the formal sleeked back look that he had been aiming for. Her story was illogical, and if she told another person the same version and it happened to be leaked, then her position would be in danger. “Like a..defender of some sort.” “Oh, with like, magic?” “No, words.” “Like a world of spell casters?’

Before I can send a gesture of gratitude towards them, the clerk intones, “People of the state of New York against Katelin Akirdnach. Appearance, please, counsel.” “Blake Heely, Assistant District Attorney for the people.” “Roselyn Arahoz for the defendant.” I said, standing up once again. “Are the people ready?” McCarthy asked Heely, not lifting his eyes from his desk. “The people are ready.” Replied Heely. “Is the defendant ready?” McCarthy’s voice was almost a whisper, as if he was bored with the same procedure. But I just kept up with the flow.