i wake up as usual.Same time,same bed,same cycle of events just to start the next day the same.People expect you to be thriving when your 22.i would just like to confirm that they are wrong.I can't remember the last time i smiled or took a day to myself and it may sound a little dramatic but it's true.With my work you barely have any time to spear and honestly i don't mind,i'm not a very sociable person let just say that,so i guess thats why books have always been an escape for me,even if i know i will never find my prince charming or get my happily ever after but thats ok i guess.I have my dream job,a criminal case lawyer,your probably thinking why,out of all the jobs why,well i guess when i was young i always had a passion for justice and i think that it is a great accomplishment that everyday i work on removing the shitty people out of our lives.
I snap back to reality to quickly and end up on the floor.I rush out my bedroom door as i forgot that today i was meeting a new client,mafia apparently (god help me ).Hope he's not a jackass white man in his 50's.Before i know it i'm rushing out of the door and driving to my office at-least theres a good song on the radio(Taylor Swift-Mirrorball).
I finally arrive at my office and curse out to jimmy choo.Why do there shoes have to be so beautiful but so damn impractical,and this my friend is why I prefer converse over anything in the world,but sadly i can't wear them to court.
(what you are wearing👇)I'm greeted with a friendly face.My coworker Abigail.She's the only decent human being i bother to talk to,as i said i'm not a social butterfly.Abigail smiles "Good morning,your client will be here in 10 mins"i return her smile "Thanks Abigail and good morning,just tell me when they arrive"She noods and goes to her desk.
I have know Abigail no longer than 5 months since i just started working at this firm,She is a really good receptionist, i'll give her that and her style is absolutely impeccable,the only thing i wonder is how is it possible to be such a nice person, the fact that now one pisses her of makes me wonder how that's even possible.
I reach my office door and enter only to be greeted with emptiness.You thought a stunning man would be waiting for me? I wish, i really do.I get ready and review the files on my new client.The title slaps me across the face DANTE VOLKOV .damn that's a powerful name,wonder what he got himself into,and i wonder how i'm gonna get him out of it.I read the file looking for any detail i might have missed while reading it last night while binging Gilmore girls for the 10th time.
Nothing out of the ordinary......Juvenile Detention Center ....well shit this is gonna be though,not a lot of people who have this type of background get sympathy points ,but the thing is most people have crappy lawyers and one thing you should know about Amelia Selston (aka me)Is that i don't quit,and i work hard (its literally my name)
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Authors note
Hello, sorry this is such a long chapter but if you read it thank you very much.This is my first ever story so I hope you will love the characters as much as i do and if you like it pls leave a comment i would love to hear opinions and leave a liek if you enjoyed it
i will also post a chapter dedicated to the aesthetics
NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE FROM ANOTHER POV
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Innocently guilty
RomansA story of two.A young and impeccable woman Amelia finds herself doing the complete opposite of what she wanted .Its not normal for her to loose track of her goal,and not normal to continue down the wrong path.What will she do and who will she hurt...