Please. (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)

1.

Beyonce

I walked into my office, neatly placing my papers on my desk. I took my coat off, and hung it up on the coat rack. I sat down with a sigh. My day just started and I'm already tired of people. I logged into my computer.

There was a soft knock at the door. "Come in." I said to the person behind the door.

My assistant, or best friend, Kelly walked in. She smiled, sitting down in the chair in front of my desk. "What is it this time?"

Her happy expression changed. "Who pissed in your cereal?"

I rolled my eyes with a harsh chuckle. "Just get to the point."

She smacked her lips. "Its not what, its who." She smirked.

I sighed. "Are you gonna tell me or not? I have other things to do." I said as I went through my papers, trying to find the document that explained to me what happened prior to the situation.

"You have to defend someone, not something." She threw the manilla envelope on my desk. I slightly rolled my eyes.

"I'm not doing it." I pushed the envelope back towards her.

"You have to do it." She got up, and started walking to the door. "Have fun." She fakely smiled, walking out. This bitch knows I hate working with people on the spot. I sighed, opening the envelope.

I took out the papers, and looked through them. I had to defend this girl named Onika Maraj. Apparently she's being tried for 1st degree murder against her boyfriend. Great, I got a crazy one. I rested my head on my fist. I really don't want to do this, but if it pays well, I'm up for it. I just know she better not be one of those people.