Love vs. Law

1. What you need is only me.

Florence tucked her white blouse in her pencil black skirt and gave the professional look to the camera. Some students down at NYU came all the way to Queens to get a few extra cash by giving Florence a good shot. Good enough to get her by. The cameras clicked. She had her advert in place finally after weeks. Not that grand, she sent some flyers here and there, her business cards, and of course her website just launched. She was ready for business. She already practiced as a private lawyer for 4 years but she wants to step it up a notch.

 Florence always preferred to be private, she wanted to be away from the leashes of the big law firms in New York City and get on a personal level with her clients. All her clients so far have been very successful and happy with her conduct but... also they weren't very wealthy. She still awaits some checks needed from them and is too nice to get police involved. Her kindness has made her life quite difficult financially. She was wondering after seeing her face on her homepage, if it was worth it, with a 3.8 GPA to be striving for this dream. 

"Fuck." She said under her breath eating microwaved mac and cheese in her tiny apartment. She closed her laptop. 

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Gunshots and loud car alarms going off on the other side of the city, ------. The V gang was in another conflict with the Striped Tigras, two major drug gangs in the Bronx area. The conflict seemed to be from a failed negotiation. Angelo Vivetti was also there, second hand of the V gang leader, silver gun in hand shined under the yellow street lights as he aimed for one of the car's bottom area as he crouched underneath a barrel. He planted something there before. Fires began and police sirens ran, Angelo signaled his two backhands and ran away.