My week began with a dose of determination as I waltzed into the office, clutching a hot cup of coffee in one hand and my ever-present briefcase in the other. It wasn't the Monday blues that got me down; it was the realization that this week marked the start of an all-out legal brawl, and I was step

“A gift?” A smile crept across my face as curiosity gnawed at me. "You really didn't have to get me anything, Timothy." He chuckled. "I know I don't have to, but I want to. You're not just an exceptional lawyer, Evie; you're a good person. The effort you’ve put into my case means a lot to me." H

That night had turned into an unexpected celebration at the local bar. It was the nicest one in town, at least in terms of cleanliness. We figured we’d invite Lucas out as well, and he swiftly accepted the offer. We had ordered a few rounds of every drink on the specials menu and downed them with re

There wasn’t much to discuss on the way home, at least nothing that would lead back to an unfavorable outcome.In the passenger seat, Aria sat with her arms crossed and her face pinched into a scowl. It didn’t feel appropriate to coerce her into light conversation, but I hated seeing her so upset. S

The day of the trial had arrived, and I felt a peculiar mix of anticipation and dread as I approached the imposing courthouse. My steps echoed on the cold, marble floors as I made my way inside. I spent the entirety of the car ride here reviewing reciting my points, attempting to sound as confident