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Kill Orly P.1
(A crime of intrusion)
The dim light of dawn filtered through the blinds of my office as I read Jeanne’s email once more. Her words echoed with a mixture of desperation and resolve. I could almost hear her voice trembling through the text:
Subject: Urgent - Need of Representation
Dear Counsel,
I hope this email finds you in better spirits than it leaves me. As you are aware, the "K. O." letter has turned my world upside down. The court date looms over me like a guillotine, and yet, I find myself without a defender. They've already condemned me in the court of public opinion, but I swear on everything I hold dear, I am not the mastermind they seek.
Please, I implore you to look past the smokescreen they've created. I need someone who believes in the truth, someone who will stand by me when the world has turned its back. Will you be that person?
Sincerely,
Jeanne
I knew what I had to do. I picked up the phone and dialed her number. The line clicked, and after a brief pause, a soft voice answered, “Hello?”
“Jeanne, it’s me. I got your email,” I said, my voice steady and calm. “I’ll represent you. We’ll face this together.”
A sigh of relief came through the phone, followed by a whispered, “Thank you.”
The next day in court, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. The prosecutor was a hawk, circling, ready to dive. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his voice booming across the room, “we are here to uncover the truth behind the notorious ‘K. O.’ letter—a letter that has shaken our community to its core.”
I rose, my notes organized, my mind clear. “Your Honor, members of the jury,” I countered, “my client, Jeanne, has been wrongfully accused. The evidence will show that she is nothing but a scapegoat in a much larger scheme.”
The trial would be arduous, the battle uphill. But I was determined to bring the truth to light. For Jeanne, for justice, for the integrity of the law.
To be continued...
© Atty. Catherine S. Pariño. 2023. All Rights Reserved
The dim light of dawn filtered through the blinds of my office as I read Jeanne’s email once more. Her words echoed with a mixture of desperation and resolve. I could almost hear her voice trembling through the text:
Subject: Urgent - Need of Representation
Dear Counsel,
I hope this email finds you in better spirits than it leaves me. As you are aware, the "K. O." letter has turned my world upside down. The court date looms over me like a guillotine, and yet, I find myself without a defender. They've already condemned me in the court of public opinion, but I swear on everything I hold dear, I am not the mastermind they seek.
Please, I implore you to look past the smokescreen they've created. I need someone who believes in the truth, someone who will stand by me when the world has turned its back. Will you be that person?
Sincerely,
Jeanne
I knew what I had to do. I picked up the phone and dialed her number. The line clicked, and after a brief pause, a soft voice answered, “Hello?”
“Jeanne, it’s me. I got your email,” I said, my voice steady and calm. “I’ll represent you. We’ll face this together.”
A sigh of relief came through the phone, followed by a whispered, “Thank you.”
The next day in court, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. The prosecutor was a hawk, circling, ready to dive. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his voice booming across the room, “we are here to uncover the truth behind the notorious ‘K. O.’ letter—a letter that has shaken our community to its core.”
I rose, my notes organized, my mind clear. “Your Honor, members of the jury,” I countered, “my client, Jeanne, has been wrongfully accused. The evidence will show that she is nothing but a scapegoat in a much larger scheme.”
The trial would be arduous, the battle uphill. But I was determined to bring the truth to light. For Jeanne, for justice, for the integrity of the law.
To be continued...
© Atty. Catherine S. Pariño. 2023. All Rights Reserved
