Chapter three- Panic attack

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Althea's pov


A week has passed by and I still haven't heard back from Harry yet. I know he has no choice if I'm his so called lawyer now, I don't need his permission, I was giving this spot. Well actually I was forced into this. My law professor, Dale, says I have the best potential he's ever seen in one of his students. Which I loved to have that title until he decided to spring this upon me. I mean yeah I've had some cases, they were so minor I barely can call it a case. I was a low budgeted lawyer that no one took seriously considering I was only 20. However, Dale the 'genius' he is, gave me one of the biggest and most looked over cases in the UK.

The Styles case: killed his parents Patrick Styles and Ida Styles, his sister Millie and some jocks on the football team. His father was the football coach at Manchester High for 5 years before he, well was murdered. Harry was only 19 at the time and was shoved into jail for life sentence.

There has been numerous rumors about this specific case considering that his father was known at his school for winning 99.9% of the football games. He was praised and worshiped by all students. There has been complaints about Patrick saying how he was strict with a short temper, but it's normal when you're working with two dozen cocky teenage boys.

Harry's mother was the founder and owner of the Idadiner, a local, yet popular diner located in Manchester. The customers were devastated when they heard the news. They had no more bloodline to give the company too since the whole Style family was rather dead, murdered or well, in jail.

Last night when I was searching up about Harrys past lawyers I recognized a pattern. First of all may I mention he has dozens and dozens of lawyers that have rather been fired or quit due to his lack of corporation. Well that didn't stress me out at all. I bet he'll fire me the second he looks at me concentering my age, like they all do.

As I was reading an article saying how he nearly bashed his old lawyers face in two, just because he was getting on his nerves, my laptop died. My mind was scrambling and jumping all over the place. What if he did that to me, if the papers are right, he is technically a serial killer. I'm not ready for that.

Suddenly in the middle of my mini panic attack, Naya walked in and noticed my state of mind. "Woah dude, you good?"

"No I am not. How am I suppose to handle this" I pointed to my track records and files on his case piled up on my desk as I left a large sign out. suddenly my voice began to quicken to try and rush out as most words as possible, "I've never done such a big case. This one is like huge. The biggest fucking case in the UK. I didn't even meet him yet and I'm-"

"Hold your horses, take a breath. You're freaking your self out just stay calm."

"Stay calm? Are you serious Naya!" Beginning to rant before she cut me off again.

"It's not a big deal until you make it one. Look, if its stressing you that much just fucking drop it and continue doing small cases that you're use too. But I think you should continue. Imagine if you win it, the amount of money and fame you'd get. You're really talented Thea, I truly believe in you."

Her choice of words really calm me down in situations like this, she's honestly my own personal therapist at this point.

Her choice of words really calm me down in situations like this, she's honestly my own personal therapist at this point

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