• Rose In The Dark • (GxG)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Omniscient

"You honor, the prosecution would like to offer a plea deal for the defendant," David Oscar announced before smirking at Milan as she cut her eyes at him. "Fifteen years with the possibility of parole after her release."

"No," she answered immediately, despite the quiet tug on her arm from her female client. "The defense denies."

"But Ms. Mon-"

"Quiet, Fields. I know what I'm doing," she whispered through gritted teeth without looking at the girl.

Her client, Michelle Fields, sat back in her seat at last, her brown ombre curls wild in volume and long in length as her arms folded. She was a feisty young woman if Milan had ever seen one, and one of the most stubborn yet admirable people the woman had ever met.

"You sure about that, Ms. Montgomery?" David arched his brow with amusement. "Your client seems to think otherwise."

"Some attorney you are, Mr. Oscar, concerned about a client that isn't your own," she cocked her head with a grin that challenged his. Hers grew as his faded, right as the gavel hit.

"Enough of your banter," Judge Thomas chimed, his height low in the chair and his hair grayed. "Plea deal is denied, therefore trial shall proceed in two months time. Court is adjourned."

David and his male client stood to leave, bypassing Milan and hers while they sat still as Milan gathered her things.

"I don't see how I'm getting out of this."

"You keep doubting me and you won't," Milan told Michelle while closing her briefcase and standing. "You need to trust me when I say shut up and let me handle it."

Michelle focused her attention on her red french tipped nails with a huff in response to her attorney's blatant sass and low tolerance.

She had just graduated high school with decent grades and hopes of a future in college. That was until she fell in with the wrong crowd and found herself charged with the assault of a boy she barely knew. She emphasized to Milan with all the truth she knew that it was an accident and that he'd always hated her. But Milan knew as a lawyer that whether or not Michelle was lying didn't really matter in the eyes of the law, as ironic as it seems.

"Why is it so bad to just take the deal?" the girl asked, now following Milan out of the courtroom.

"Because you could walk away free instead," she answered while typing on her phone, her briefcase in her other hand.

Michelle let her eyes sweep her potent attorney in silence then. They noted the formidable length of her hair, the intimidation of her black pantsuit and the ivory blouse poking from it, as well as every click of her heel and the square of her shoulders.

She admired her, in more ways than one.

"Orr, you just don't wanna lose," she smiled, deciding to tease. In amusement then, her eyebrow rose the minute Milan found her gaze. "You seem like the kind of person who hates losing. Am I wrong?"

Smiling and chuckling a little, for she instantly thought about her fiancé, the woman shrugged before continuing down the hall.

"Every lawyer hates losing, Fields. Now come on, your ride's outside."

"You're not leaving?" she spoke while catching up to her attorney's strutting steps.

"Nope I've got business to attend to. Which means keep your phone close, don't do anything stupid, and I'll be seeing you tomorrow."

While Milan led Michelle to her car and made sure she entered and exited courthouse grounds safely, Noah was upstairs in her office, engaged in pressing business of her own.