Desirable justice

Encounter

My practice is a private firm called the 'Justice Law firm' it's a private firm which just means every single lawyer who is part of the firm makes a shit ton of money, more then your regular lawyers.
We are classified as the best of the best.

After my gym session, I had a brief look through some files emailed to me by my boss Hugo who owns the firm- even if his competence is something that I question daily.

Looking at the files I was able to see what evidence has been collected against my client, the unavoidable truth is that the evidence is highly not in her favour. Their is trace evidence against her such as fibres of her hair were found within the location where the bodies were discovered, which is easy for me to breakdown and come up with a reasoning for this, but then on the first victims body hair and fingerprints were found which is more difficult to explain to a judge.

But most annoyingly there's a witness. Physical evidence such as hair, an item of clothing can be explained but witnesses and CCTV footage are when difficulties arrive. How can one explain that someone is innocent if their is a literal video of them doing the crime?

Witnesses always bring about more work then I'd want as a witness is someone who can be coerced and naive, if the witness is exposed to certain media or information their accounts can become tampered and the reliability can be questionable. Having a witness means more work, something that I wish could have been avoided.

Grabbing my tote bag from my kitchen table and my Mercedes car keys I head outside, the weather is your typical dull uk weather, the sky's are so grey everything just look lifeless.
It's also freezing which agitates me, the wind bites against my cheeks and wraps around me like an unpleasant slap that leaves you with goosebumps.

I'm glad I decided to not wear a dress, I chose to wear simple suit trousers with a black blazer and a pair of black louboutin heels. Pressing the unlock button on my keys, my car door begins to open I climb inside switching on the car and placing my tote bag on the passenger side.

The perks of being successful is being able to drive the latest Mercedes, these things are material but I can't say that I don't find satisfaction in the finer things in life.

Around fifteen minutes later I arrive near the firm which is quick considering it's a week day, and I have to travel from Mayfair to Chelsea which during work hours is usually busy.

I park up switching of my car and getting out with my bag and a caramel latte that I picked up on the way, turning the car of I walk towards the firm my heels hitting against the hard floor underneath me. The wind messes up my hair which makes me want to internally scream, as perfection is something that without is an adherence to me.

As soon as I open the door to the firm, my secretary comes rushing towards me with a latte and what is probably my itinerary for today, I always insist on her not doing this but she's fresh out of university- she's frustratingly ambitious, so I have to put on a smile so I don't seem like a total cold bitch.  

I smile falsely at her even though I want her to get the fuck out of my presence, " Thanks Michelle, I already picked up a coffee. Please while I go speak to Hugo may you make sure I have all the relevant information and files on my desk for my client Rosaline who's coming in this afternoon" I say continuing to smile warmly at her as I push the coffee towards her declining it.

She just nervously nods scurrying away to go retrieve what I asked from her.

Like a dog.

Turning away I walk to Hugo's office that is upstairs, I smile at all the colleagues I pass some offering a smile back some simply ignoring me in competitive jealously and ignorance that comes with high end jobs. I don't acknowledge either response as all I need to do is keep them at professional arms length, offering a smile is the furthest I'm willing to go especially when the team mostly consists of white privilege and trust funds, nobody in here had to work to the position they were in. It gives me satisfaction knowing that I am more successful then every single privileged person in here, and I know it must agitate every single one of them.