CHAPTER 1 - Racing Attorneys

I

With that formidable aura, he used to possess whenever he is standing before any judge of the court of justice to defend his clients; Atty. Garette Le Brione emits that wit and intelligence that his opposing - lawyer could not withstand. He will look at anyone sitting on the interrogation seat in the court with that look of an eagle, wanting to eat its shaking prey alive. He will ask things that no one would ever think, that he is already leading the accused in accepting his crime, and then bingo! 

"What the hell did you just do?" His friend Greg, who is also a lawyer asked dumbfounded. 

Atty. Greg, just bat an eye for a while then after a moment, he just saw and heard the accused angrily cursing her dead wife, who according to him was just right that he killed by suffocating her with her pillow because she was an infidel and a harlot.

Before that, the said accused was consistent in his stand that he woke up and found his wife dead, reasoning out that maybe she died while sleeping as she usually has trouble breathing every time she has a nightmare.

Atty. Garette just grinned while saying, "I just hit his ego. I told him that a friend of mine saw his wife on different occasions with her paramour and then I asked him how he would react to that." Then he laughed out loud.

"Goddamit, that easy Bro?" Atty. Greg exclaimed, astounded. His eyes circled like that of a round marble rolling around the floor.

As expected, they won the case and the accused has been adjudged with the penalty of Reclusion Perpetua for the case of Parricide for killing his wife.

So, the next day, Atty. Garette and Atty. Greg, together with their other two lawyer friends, Atty. Hector and Atty. Paolo prepared themselves to go to Cambridge to enjoy. 

After more than an hour, four elite sports cars parked screeching into the parking lot of the popular Racing Circuit in Cambridge. The ground shook, the dust flew and the wind swayed overwhelmed by the impact.

"Garette, goddamit, you are going to use in our racing your new Ferrari F8 Tributo? Atty. Hector exaggeratedly eyed Atty. Garette's Ferrari like an owl ogling it. 

Atty. Hector's father, a known Chinese businessman is one of the major stockholders of this racing circuit in Cambridge, Massachusetts, which is why they could easily and freely sprint around, running their cars like they are not afraid to die.

"Why, would that be a problem?" Garette retorted grinning. He knows how fast his Ferrari could be. 

But Hector would not settle for an answer that would make him like an afraid idiot mackerel who would scuffle his way inside a can; he also has his own alas! 

"Not a problem of course. I was just wondering if you are not afraid to scratch or crash that expensive car of yours. By the way, I will be using my BMW Z4 M40i Roadstar." Atty. Hector laughed out loud when Atty. Garette cursed with his breath hissing like a mad whirlpool.

Atty.  Greg shook his head smirking. "Alright then, my baby Nissan 370Z Nismo will hug my goddam ass while flying, letting you all breath my belches."

"Nonsense,  let us start the race; my sweetheart is already frowning there, impatient," Atty. Paolo acted so humbly as he walked towards his Mustang 5.0L V8 GT Premium Fastback.

"Goddamit!" Atty. Paolo's three lawyer friends cursed simultaneously as they saw what he got in there.

II

They finished the race, but still Atty. Garette winning. His Ferrari was ahead by only a second of his three lawyer buddies' racing cars.

"Garette, dude, tomorrow is Wednesday, meaning the next day would be our trip to Texas. Wow, it is your father's engagement ceremony and soon after their wedding. Son of a gun, he will even get married again ahead of you. Your father is truly a hunk dude." It was Atty. Paolo who reminded them of their activity two days from now.

They are almost inseparable. They have been friends since the time that they freshly entered their College of Law years in one of the most prestigious and elite law schools, Harvard University in Cambridge. They matured all to be more good-looking and wise. Atty. Garette, placed second in the Bar Examination; Atty. Paolo was in Third place; Atty. Hector in fifth place and Atty. Greg was in seventh place.

All of them are still single; no serious girlfriends and every woman for them is just a part of their playful time aside from racing.

A lot of women wanted to hook them but did not succeed until now. Although, last year Atty. Hector thought that he was going to be hooked already when he met a very mysterious woman in Desert Paradise Resort, when they spent a couple of days in Las Vegas after passing the bar exam, with whom he had a one-night stand. His curiosity grew more when he found out that the woman was actually a virgin. The next day, however, he could not find the woman anymore. She left her without any traces except memories. Up until now Atty. Hector could still vividly remember her charming and very innocent face.

Although Atty. Hector could not admit it yet, but he longs for that day that he will be meeting again that mysterious woman, whose name he did not even know.

Atty. Garette, Atty. Paolo and Atty. Greg suddenly were all eyes on Atty. Hector. They noticed that his expression quickly changed and his mind seemed to wander from the past.

"Hector, dude, don't tell me you remembered that  mysterious woman in Desert Paradise Resort again?" It was Garette who asked grinning. He wanted to tease his friend to lighten up his mood.

"Yeah, I just could not help to remember her always. I am wondering actually, where is she now." Atty. Hector murmured, his voice was serious.

Paolo suddenly clapped his hands as if trying to wake them up. "Hey, hey cheer-up, women are just for playtime buddies; don't screw yourself with memories of a woman, who seemed to have not remembered you at all." 

"Yeah, let us have another round of race and we will all go home afterward!" Greg yelled while running towards his Nissan 370Z Nismo.

Garette slowly walked towards his Ferrari, his brain in deep thought. He wanted to stop his father from marrying a woman almost triple his age; the age gap between the woman and his father is evidently and glaringly beyond numbers could explain. The woman is just twenty-three while his father is almost seventy years old or forty-seven years older than her. Worst, she was his father's sponsored student scholar, way back then, and is currently his attending nurse.

He has never seen his soon-to-be stepmom yet, but Atty. Garette's blood boils whenever he thinks of his father getting married again to that very young, gold-digging woman.