Reasonable Doubt: Volume 2 (Reasonable Doubt 2)
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“Am I wrong?” I asked.
“No...” Her voice was low. “I don’t think you’re horny right now though.”
“Trust me. I am.”
“Maybe, but I think you called me because you like me—because you want to hear my voice since we haven’t talked on the phone in a while.”
“I called you because my dick is hard and I want to make you cum over the phone.”
She laughed again. “So, you don’t like me?”
“I like your pu**y.”
“So, the white roses and the “He’s just yelling at you because he knows you’re the best/Don’t let him get to you” note that was on the hood of my car today weren’t from you?”
I hung up.
Retraction (n.):
The legal withdrawal of a promise or offer of contract.
Andrew
“How do you think we should proceed with the client, Harriet?” I leaned back in my chair the next night, dreading my “Let the Interns Help with One Case per Month” required hours.
“Um, Mr. Hamilton...” She twirled a strand of hair around her finger. “My name is Hannah.”
“Same thing,” I said. “How do you think we should proceed with this case?”
“We could put his ex-wife on the stand. She could vouch for his character.”
“They were married for thirty days.” I rolled my eyes and looked at the intern sitting next to her. “And that was ten years ago. Bob, what do you have?”
“It’s...It’s actually Bryan.”
“It’s whatever I say it is. What. Do. You. Have?”
“I was doing some research on his background and he apparently was reprimanded for breaking his university’s fire wall his senior year. We could start there and build a case around his past of anarchy...”
I sighed. “He’s our client, Bryan. Why would we intentionally make him look bad?”
He blinked.
I turned toward the last intern in the room, a petite brunette. “What do you suggest?”
“You’re not going to try to guess my name?” She smiled.
“I just realized that you weren’t my janitor today. What do you have?”
“This.” She slid a folder across the table. “If we’re trying to prove that he wasn’t in breach of his company’s policies when he took out his initial shares, we could use this case as a reference.”
I opened the folder, reading the first line of a case that was not only over a hundred years old, but it had been overturned by the Supreme Court decades ago.
“Did you all smoke the same drugs before your interviews?” I shook my head. “You’re in law school. A few years away from potentially having someone’s future in your hands and this is the type of shit you come up with?”
“With all due respect, Mr. Hamilton...” Bryan spoke up. “Is there even a right answer to this question? I mean...Is this one of those ha-ha this was just a test to see how our minds work things? Is there really an answer?”
“Yes.” I stood up.