way in the courtroom, I certainly expected it to go smoothly when it was supposed to be all set up that way, and when I’d reached into my pocket to make sure of it. I expected to lose motions to dismiss with judges I didn’t know, but not with Williger. What the fuck! It seemed like something was really up.
As Sheldon and I moved toward the exit, I could feel Sheldon walking so close to me, he was damn near on my heels. Once we got outside the courtroom, he moved his huge, ugly face close to my ear. “Are you alright?” he asked.
“Yes, I am fine,” I told him as I tried to muster up a serious but confident expression.
“You sure? Because they just walked all over you back there.”
“Oh, that was nothing,” I replied, and waved my hand like I was dismissing that little stunt the judge and the prosecutor pulled on me.
“Well, I sure hope you do better at trial.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I’ve got this thing in the bag,” I assured him.
“Good, because I can’t go down. And I want you to remember I am paying you to make sure of it,” he growled with his thick accent. It was very clear that he didn’t want another stunt like this pulled at the major showdown, and I understood. I got an instant headache, and I literally felt like I had stepped into very unfamiliar territory.
Now as I watched him and his two bodyguards walk away, I felt like he was taking my life with him. That alone gave me an uneasy feeling and I didn’t like it one bit. So, to keep my head level, I had to remind myself about my pot of gold at the end of the tunnel. And as soon as that registered, I was back to normal.
When I turned around to leave, I noticed Maria. It would’ve been inappropriate for her to approach me there in the courthouse. She was DEA and I was a defense attorney; we were on totally different sides of the fence. No one outside of our immediate circle knew that we were best friends; we kept it that way purposely. I used the fact that she wouldn’t dare come up to me right there in the courthouse to my advantage. I immediately raced for the elevators, and when I reached the first floor, I bolted out the back of the courthouse, heading for my car in an almost dead run. I started fishing in my purse for my keys before I made it to the car. I wanted to get out of there as fast as possible; talking to Maria was not on my agenda for today.
As I walked up to the car, I noticed that Maria was standing right there. I can’t figure out how the fuck she got there so fast—this bitch acted like a ghost sometimes, seriously. I guess in this case she was a woman on a mission. She’d told me a long time ago that it was her life’s mission to repay me for helping her through school, and she took on the task of keeping me straight and clean. It was a task that she took dead serious. At this very moment she didn’t look too pleased, and I didn’t want to look her straight in her face. If anyone knew me well, it was her. She didn’t look too happy to see my ass, and I damn sure wasn’t happy to see her right now. This bitch could read me like an open book. We both knew that.
“Where have you been?” she asked sternly, her arms folded across her chest.
“I went to visit my mother,” I lied, avoiding eye contact. Maria knew I never went to the nursing home to visit my mother. I sent plenty of money, but I couldn’t stand to see my mother in her condition. Alzheimer’s had all but claimed what was left of her frail body. I was ashamed of her, and I couldn’t stand to see her in her current state.
“Bullshit! I know that’s a lie, and you know it!” she confronted me. Maria knew better than anyone how selfish I was. She also knew how I acted toward my mother’s condition. Therefore, saying I was visiting her was the worst lie I could have ever come up with, and I knew it as soon as the words had rolled off my tongue.
“Maria, I don’t have to lie to you,” I replied calmly.
“Well, you’re doing it,” she
As Sheldon and I moved toward the exit, I could feel Sheldon walking so close to me, he was damn near on my heels. Once we got outside the courtroom, he moved his huge, ugly face close to my ear. “Are you alright?” he asked.
“Yes, I am fine,” I told him as I tried to muster up a serious but confident expression.
“You sure? Because they just walked all over you back there.”
“Oh, that was nothing,” I replied, and waved my hand like I was dismissing that little stunt the judge and the prosecutor pulled on me.
“Well, I sure hope you do better at trial.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I’ve got this thing in the bag,” I assured him.
“Good, because I can’t go down. And I want you to remember I am paying you to make sure of it,” he growled with his thick accent. It was very clear that he didn’t want another stunt like this pulled at the major showdown, and I understood. I got an instant headache, and I literally felt like I had stepped into very unfamiliar territory.
Now as I watched him and his two bodyguards walk away, I felt like he was taking my life with him. That alone gave me an uneasy feeling and I didn’t like it one bit. So, to keep my head level, I had to remind myself about my pot of gold at the end of the tunnel. And as soon as that registered, I was back to normal.
When I turned around to leave, I noticed Maria. It would’ve been inappropriate for her to approach me there in the courthouse. She was DEA and I was a defense attorney; we were on totally different sides of the fence. No one outside of our immediate circle knew that we were best friends; we kept it that way purposely. I used the fact that she wouldn’t dare come up to me right there in the courthouse to my advantage. I immediately raced for the elevators, and when I reached the first floor, I bolted out the back of the courthouse, heading for my car in an almost dead run. I started fishing in my purse for my keys before I made it to the car. I wanted to get out of there as fast as possible; talking to Maria was not on my agenda for today.
As I walked up to the car, I noticed that Maria was standing right there. I can’t figure out how the fuck she got there so fast—this bitch acted like a ghost sometimes, seriously. I guess in this case she was a woman on a mission. She’d told me a long time ago that it was her life’s mission to repay me for helping her through school, and she took on the task of keeping me straight and clean. It was a task that she took dead serious. At this very moment she didn’t look too pleased, and I didn’t want to look her straight in her face. If anyone knew me well, it was her. She didn’t look too happy to see my ass, and I damn sure wasn’t happy to see her right now. This bitch could read me like an open book. We both knew that.
“Where have you been?” she asked sternly, her arms folded across her chest.
“I went to visit my mother,” I lied, avoiding eye contact. Maria knew I never went to the nursing home to visit my mother. I sent plenty of money, but I couldn’t stand to see my mother in her condition. Alzheimer’s had all but claimed what was left of her frail body. I was ashamed of her, and I couldn’t stand to see her in her current state.
“Bullshit! I know that’s a lie, and you know it!” she confronted me. Maria knew better than anyone how selfish I was. She also knew how I acted toward my mother’s condition. Therefore, saying I was visiting her was the worst lie I could have ever come up with, and I knew it as soon as the words had rolled off my tongue.
“Maria, I don’t have to lie to you,” I replied calmly.
“Well, you’re doing it,” she
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