Ivan was in the middle of a very productive work session. He'd been working for over an hour and a half without stopping. Suddenly, one of the paralegals came over to his desk. She was standing with her arms crossed over her chest and a worried expression on her face. Ivan wondered what was wrong.Ivan tried to sound friendly as he greeted the paralegal. “Hello, Miss Madison,” he said, forcing a smile. But he was a little worried about what she wanted. He noticed that she seemed upset about something.Madison rolled her eyes and uncrossed her arms, letting them fall to her sides. “Didn't you hear me, Ivan?” she asked. “It's not like you have something blocking your ears. Yet you still didn't hear me, or you chose not to.” She sounded frustrated and upset.Ivan couldn't figure out why Madison seemed so upset. They didn't know each other that well, and he couldn't think of anything he'd done to make her angry. She must be upset about something else. “I've been calling your name for ab
It was past 6:00 PM, and most of the legal professionals had already left the office for the day. However, Ivan still had one last task to complete - a meeting with the managing partner of the firm. He wasn't looking forward to it, but he knew it was important. He made his way to the managing partner's office, feeling the weight of the day's events. When he reached the door, he took a deep breath and knocked. There was a moment of silence, and then a warm yet, domineering voice called out, "Come in." Ivan opened the door and stepped inside. As Ivan entered the office, he saw his boss, Attorney Bridges, sitting elegantly across from the managing partner, Mr. Lambert who sat behind the desk. Ivan tried to keep his composure, but his heart was racing."Close the door," Lambert, the big boss, said, and Ivan did as he was told. Lambert gestured to a chair in front of the desk, beside Bridges and Ivan took a seat. Ivan's eyes met Mr. Bridges' gaze, and he immediately felt a sense of d
A knock on the door broke the comfortable silence between the two men who were quietly having tea."I'll get the door," the butler said, walking towards the door. He opened it slightly and muttered a few words to the person outside before looking back and saying, "He's saying that he came with your guest, sir."The older man, to whom the butler had spoken, turned to the younger man seated across from him. "Is he the little friend you spoke about?" he asked the younger man, wearing a teasing smile.Bridges, the younger man, raised the cup of tea to his lips, taking in its herbal aroma and feeling its warmth against his skin.In response to the old man, he replied nonchalantly, "He's the one."The old man chuckled and instructed the butler to admit the visitor. "Let him in; he's the one.”The butler nodded and opened the door wider to reveal a young guy standing in the doorway, drenched from the downpour outside. His damp clothes clung to his body and his dark hair was matted to his for
He looked over at the table. "A game of Go?" Bridges asked surprisingly. Though he seemed surprised, it didn't show in his face.Typical game one would expect an old man to be playing.Just then, Madeline returned with the tea and refilled their cups."So, are you ready to play?" the old man asked.Bridges frowned. "I've never played Go before, but I've heard it's a game that requires skill and strategy," he said.The old man chuckled. "I understand," he said. "It is a Chinese game, and kids these days don't play games like this. All the younger generation thinks about is money and fame." He said it with a pained, serious look on his face.Bridges could sense that there was something deeper going on, something the old man was trying not to tell but it was hurting him inside.Bridges didn't want to make the old man uncomfortable by pressing the subject, so he decided to change the topic. "But I do play chess," he sai
"Come, take a seat, young man," the old man said, motioning to Ivan, who had been standing by the side, watching the conversation.Ivan hesitated for a moment, but then walked over and sat down in the empty chair next to Bridges. The old man smiled at him, and Ivan felt a sense of calm wash over him."It's a pleasure to meet you, sir," Ivan said, bowing his head slightly in respect.The old man chuckled. "No need for formalities here," he said. “What's your own story?” He asked Ivan.Ivan took a deep breath and began to speak. "I grew up in a small village on the outskirts of London," he said. "My father was a farmer, and my mother worked at the local market. We were not rich, but we were content."He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "When I was a young boy, my father was injured in an accident on the farm. He could no longer work, and our family fell on hard times. It was a difficult time, and my dad died making everything wo
SWANSEA, WALES2014...A FLASHBACK OF SOME MONTHS AGOThe headlines on TV and in the newspapers were always about 'The Ace Attorney of L&J Law Firm'. More specifically, everyone in Swansea was talking about the 'Ace'. He was considered one of the best lawyers in all of Wales, and people never stopped talking about him, both positively and negatively. But none of these talks and happenings mattered to a certain man. He said, 'Oh, what a beautiful day! It's the perfect weather to win a case.' He then crushed an insect under his black polished Chelsea oxford shoe and straightened his crooked red tie, which seemed to be the only distinct color in his outfit, but it blended in well. Anybody could guess he was a perfectionist by the way he dressed. He was wearing a gray three-piece suit in a British style that fit his body perfectly, along with a pure white shirt underneath. His hair was covered by a gray flat cap, giving him a look that combined the modern and the old days, although
2015THE SWANSEA CROWN COURT..R. Bridges, who had been absorbed in his thoughts during the court proceedings, suddenly snapped back to the present moment. His mind was racing with thoughts of the past, when he was a prosecutor, not a defense attorney. Just seven months ago he was a prosecutor, now a defense attorney. The change had been his own decision, not something his firm had pressured him into.Turning his attention back to the courtroom. The witness had just been sworn in, and she began to give her testimony. "My name is Jane Smith, and I'm here to tell you what I saw on the night of the incident. It was a cold, rainy night, and I was driving home from work. I saw a car swerve into the oncoming lane, and it struck another car head-on.” She continued. “The crash was so loud, I pulled over to the side of the road to see if anyone needed help. That's when I saw Mr. Hardin, standing over Shayna. I could see that she was unconscious, and that Mr. Hardin was attempting to take
L&J LAW FIRMThe elevator dinged again, signaling that someone was coming up from the first floor. The doors opened, and Bridges emerged, heading back toward his office. As he approached, he noticed his secretary's office, which was located just outside his own, and heard laughter coming from within. He could hear her giggling with two other people, and he wondered why she wasn't working.His eyes narrowed as he reached the door to his office. He pushed it open, his expression flat and unreadable."Ivan, I need to know what's so funny," he said, looking pointedly at his assistant, who was standing with his secretary and another person, all of whom looked mortified. "Aren't you supposed to be working?" he asked, his tone brusque.Ivan stammered, "I-I'm sorry, Attorney Bridges. I just..." He trailed off, glancing nervously at the other two people in the room.Bridges' gaze shifted to the other man who was with his secretary. "And who are you?" he asked, his voice stern. "I'm Molly," t