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The punishment for murder is the death penalty, what about love?
"Innocent until proven otherwise"
Does this apply to matters of the heart?
A story in which a lawyer ends up defending an inmate convicted of rape and second degree murder...
Waking up to the annoying sound of my alarm, which I have the urge to smash by the way, at 6:30 a.m is no fun, especially when I only got 2 inadequate hours of sleep. Like the usual. I push myself forcefully out of my bed and stumble half asleep to the bathroom, I brush my teeth, get in the shower and well, shower. After finishing my hot steamy muscle-relaxing shower, I notice the time on my phone screen 7:14 a.m Crap, I need to get dressed and head out by 7:30 a.m. I hurriedly walk into my closet, pick out a random outfit consisting of black pantsuit with beige sweater under the jacket and black stiletto heels and start getting dressed (picture above). I pick up my laptop from the bedside table, and my purse from the couch by the corner of the room, then slide my phone in it rushing out of the bedroom to the main door. I pull out the key and lock behind me. I didn't even get the chance to eat something. Great. I pull into the closest Starbucks branch and get one of the morning cappuccinos for the road.
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It's about 8:05 a.m by the time I get in my office, 5 minutes late - I can live with that. I set my purse on the couch and my laptop on the desk in front of my chair. I start checking emails and responding to a few when my PA (personal assistant) Lily walks in with a small notebook in her hand "Good morning" she says, I look up from my laptop, form a smile and say "Morning" then get back to what I was doing beforehand. She reads me my schedule for the day, reminding me of the case Anderson left me. Fantastic. In about 4 hours I need to head to the state prison to meet with my newest client, aka the client Anderson was too keen on letting go, but super engrossed in his personal life to continue representing. And now I got stuck with him. Absolutely fantastic. I know the guy is charged for rape and murder since I've already scanned the file Anderson left me. I'm not sure how I feel about this. Surely I've represented people charged with rape in the past, though they're not always innocent as claiming to be. I mean I do have a moral compass, nonetheless these people will get what they have coming their way -good or bad- whether they're guilty or innocent, I'm just the person making sure they get represented fairly and be given a fair shot in advocating for their innocence.
I sigh in defeat as I'm well aware of the path I chose to follow and nod at Lily continuing casually working on my laptop.
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12:55 p.m I'm pulling into state prison. I walk out of my car and head towards the gate ready to meet my client in 5 minutes after I pass security check. 13:00 p.m, I'm waiting for the guard to come back to this tiny room accompanied by my client Noah Stefano.
As I'm checking my phone out of boredom, the metallic door finally squeezes open and in walks a handsome man, about 6'4 in a white shirt highlighting his defined drool-worthy abs and black pants, his features were icy, or intimidating in other words.
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I can't help but notice the surprise in his honey eyes as if not expecting a woman to be seated where I currently am. A look I get pretty much every time I set foot in a prison or any place allegedly more suitable for males. I keep my face professional as possible, not giving into the stare of honey poles into my brown ones. I'm a sucker for honey eyes and god knows it.
He takes a seat across from me, nothing in between us except for the little table and questioning glances roaming off in his eyes. I clear my throat to pull him out of the staring contest he's having.
"Hello, Mr.Stefano. My name is Ava Specter, and I'm well aware that attorney Anderson filled you in on the situation, from now on I'm your lawyer. Meaning I need to know absolutely everything and anything concerning you in order to get you out of here as fast as I can".
"Well someone looks a little coffee driven today" he chuckles humorously.
What exactly went through my mind in that exact moment I don't know.
Was it embarrassment from his snarky comment insulting my eagerness, or anger raging through me at how in less than 5 seconds of opening his pretty mouth he succeeded in taking the matter of his own life as a joke rather than a serious matter. Maybe it was those honey eyes pulling me in, so much that I lost myself in staring at him in bewilderment.
Whatever reason it might be, he seems to catch me off guard "Are you planning on keeping on staring at me like I'm the man who walked the moon or would you like to be of good use and help?"
Who does he think he is!
In my line of work I'm used to people getting frustrated, impatient and audaciously straightforward however this is what I call rudeness.
"Mr.Stefano I hope you take this matter seriously, considering you have a hearing in 2 weeks for bail" I say in a monotone voice. He looks amused while smirking "ok Mrs. no fun, what do you want to know?"
He just called me Mrs. no fun, what kindergarten-ish shit is he on?
"Actually it's Ms. without the es, and to answer your question let's start by you telling me about your day, the 16th of September in full detail and don't leave anything out".
"Shit, here we go again. The perks of switching lawyers I guess" he says while laughing a dangerously low humorless laugh. I'm mentally face palming myself thinking this looks like it's going to be fun..
"So it all began when...
To be continued.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: What do you think is his story?
Do you believe he's about to lie to her or tell the truth?,
