Hell to Pay (Daredevil x fem!reader)

Chapter 2 - Call me Matt

"Morning everyone, I come bearing gifts," Foggy bursts in the front door with coffees and what appears to be a box of donuts, you already sitting down with Karen going over a case. 

It's only your second day working here, but you feel more comfortable here than you ever did at your old firm.

"You're a saint," Karen takes two of the cups off of him handing the other to you. "Thank you," you flick your head up and smile, tapping your pen on the desk.

"I see the two of you have become acquainted," Foggy sits down with the two of you, starting to look over some of documents Karen printed out.

"Yes, and how dare you lead me to believe she was just your receptionist. She knows as much, if not more than me," you scold, Karen letting out a light chuckle.

"I wouldn't go that far, but I appreciate it," she tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, before trying to gather the mess of paper up from the table, "Matt's late again?"

"So it seems," Foggy responds, not sounding surprised as he opens up the box.

"Is it a habit of his?" you inquire, taking one of the donuts.

"Oh yeah, I can't remember the last time he actually got here at nine," Foggy answers, and gestures for you to hand him the notes you've been taking down, "Anyway, what have you guys been up to?"

"Well we think we might have found an inconsistency in David's original statement. See he said here that he came home after work when Macy 'killed' Brian, and the time of death matches up," Karen hands Foggy the transcript, nodding to you to continue.

"His body was found with the paintbrush in his hand, which might seem like nothing, but there was a lot of paint on it," you show him the picture from the crime scene of the paintbrush.

"And if he fell to the ground from getting stabbed from behind like David said he saw Macy do-"

"There would be paint splatters on the ground, the paintbrush was put there afterwards," Foggy concludes.

"So it's not solid proof that Macy didn't do it, but the jury might be swayed into trusting her over David because of his implausibility," Karen adds on, taking a bite from a donut, "Mhm, these are good."

Suddenly the bell rings, the door swinging open to reveal the unpunctual lawyer, "Sorry I'm late, got anything?"

"Not much, other than that they may have saved our entire defence on the Macy Hardbrook case. You really gotta start getting here on time man."

"Yeah sorry, just got a bit lost on my way," he says nonchalantly, sitting down next to you. That was a lie, his tone, though casual, seemed uncertain, his head tilted away, and he scratched the back of his neck. It's not like you're going to call him out on it, but it was a lie nonetheless.

"Alrighty, we need to actually start building our defence, and we can't base it all off of this. So we need to get to work," Foggy announces, clapping his hands together as you notice Matt stretch with slight discomfort. There's no doubt he's hiding something, the question is what.

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"We're going to head to Josie's, wanna come?" Foggy asks you, but you're lost in your work and your brain doesn't seem to acknowledge his question.

"Yoohoo, earth to Y/n," he waves in front of your face, snapping you out of your trance.

"Oh yeah sorry, I have a bit more work to do, but maybe next time," you wind your neck, stiff from hunching over as you look over the finer details of the case.