Objection

Chapter One

The gavel struck down once, twice, thrice before the room became eerily quiet. The air was a mix of panic, frustration, and arrogance. I sat back in my seat teasing my bottom lip with the end of my pencil. The rubber of the eraser brushing against the soft plump pink lips I inherited from my mother.

The Judge giving the defendant a stern look to keep quiet. "Mr. Lional, I wont explain this again. You are a very well-educated man, but you have no voice here. This is my courtroom, and you will obey my rules. You speak through your attorney." Judge Harrison says waving the gavel in the direction of his Attorney.

Unable to swallow my snicker, I tilted my head and moved my hand up higher covering most of my mouth. Sadly, another thing I inherited from my mother is my puffy bold cheeks. Long story short, I have chubby cheeks that are hard to miss.

Sitting along the side of the wall gave you front row seats to the action, but it made you visible. If you arent an attorney, you dont want to be visible. "Counselor, anything more youd like to add?" Judge Harrison asks rubbing his eyebrow waiting for Kane Donovan to answer him.

Kane Donovan, a conniving man who reeked of power and control. He was a world renown Attorney who wasnt afraid of taking on a case. God seemed to be high on his cloud not paying attention to how much perfection he was dishing out when it came to creating Kane.

Wasnt Kane or anyone related supposed to be damned for all eternity for killing Abel? I certainly dont know; anything religious based had my head aching for days.

Kane Donovan has been classified as the sexiest man alive for the last seven years. His jet-black hair, piercing emerald green eyes had the ladies knees trembling. He got them to their knees in more ways than one, or so Ive heard. Cards swapped hands making the other men want to be him, and us women wanting to be with him.

I can see the attraction, but who in their right mind thinks they can reign in all of that? He loves, craves, his bachelor life. The magazines capture him with another woman every other week.

I rolled my eyes allowing my head to get back on the case. It wasnt hard to see that Mr. Lional was going to get a simple slap on the wrist, pay the Plaintiff minimal damage and go about with his life. I finished the last of my notes tuning into Judge Harrison giving his last statements on the case.

As predicted, Mr. Lional will serve nine hours of community service and must pay the plaintiff $1500 in damages. The community service was sentenced as a humiliation tactic to make sure he doesnt attempt to break the law again.

I stood instantly upon the gravel connecting to the wooden base below. I was trying to beat the crowd, but I didnt get far. My heels were starting to pinch my toes which only added to my frustration.

"That's a bad habit" A voice hit my ears making me look away from the crowd of people. Mr. Donovan stood a step or two from my left not looking at me but not fully looking forward either.

"Which would be?" I ask to no one in particular since I wasnt sure who was speaking to me. I continued to look around until he spoke again. "Biting that pencil" My head snapped over to look him directly in the eye.

I've never seen them so close. I felt my stomach shift deep inside me and my palms were instantly clammy. Was he really talking to me? Him Small talk?

"Who said its a habit. Maybe I was bored," I lied keeping eye contact as to not bow down to him. He smiled showing a hint of his crystal white teeth. "Bored?" he questioned raising his right eyebrow slightly.

I smiled softly almost invisible and state, "Sure, that little ramble you gave had most of us holding back our snores." I catch his eyes flash with something, but it was too fast to read. He stepped closer making all defense I thought I had go to hell. I gulped softly trying to stay strong in front of his intimidating presence.

"Little ramble? And whom is my little critic" He said articulating each word making me seconds from quivering in fear. His eyes bore holes into mine, his scent had my insides doing flips and my head screaming for more. He wants my name. My identity.

A man with his power, wanting my name, had trouble written all over it. Hell, I bet it wouldve been underlined in red. I smiled at him but stopped embarrassed of these damn cheeks of mine. I went to speak, when Frank Huston shouted "Miss. Grant, pleasure to see you here. I am glad you made it." The D.A. said walking up to me taking my hand.

Damn you Frank! I felt my cheeks heat up and allowed him to pull me into a brief hug. "You know I basically live here" I say wanting to slap myself. Mr. Inquisitive is still beside me listening. The room hollowed out, he was now here to listen no longer waiting for his exit way.

"We all love you here, there is a case coming in later in the week. Youre going to love it. Hear anything from Yale?" He asks switching his briefcase to his other hand. I wanted to kick him for speaking so freely in front of Donovan.

"No, I doubt I will. Im just finishing up my junior year. Just because I sent in my paper to them this year, doesnt mean theyll get in touch with me. My mentor thought it was a smart idea to get my name out there." I admit feeling the heat staying in my cheeks.

"They were right, they're probably tripping over that paper trying to find you" He says flashing me a smile. Frank has always been nice to me, he was in his late thirties and took me under his wing. I was always interning with him, following him everywhere.

I chuckled and shook my head. "Maybe, but even if they accept me, I dont think Id go. You know me, my situation. Yale is like 60,000 a year." Most students are paying that for a bachelor degree. I admit and instantly look away realizing I said that in front of billionaire Donovan.

"Frank, I'll get a hold of you. I have to get to work" I say hugging him quick and rushing past them. That was so stupid of me to say. Im just accustomed to being honest and open with Frank. Against my better judgment, I quickly glance back seeing Frank shake Donovans hand starting up a conversation. Before I could force myself to turn my head back around, Donovan looked up meeting my eyes.