***Angel's POV***
Today was the day of me releasing the second single for the album, No Time featuring Diddy. The video was also premiering at the same time on MTV. We decided to release them both together this time instead of one at a time like we did with Crush On You since the label said it would create more of a hype.
This music video had turned out completely different than my first one. It had a much different vibe to it, and it just looked much more affluent. My outfits were not nearly as sexual as the other one, which I'm sure Marshall was happy about. I purposefully asked them if the outfits could be a little less sexy so I wouldn't upset Marshall, and they said it was fine. A more sexy outfit didn't really fit the vibe of the video anyway, so they were okay with it.
Even though today was a super exciting day for me, it also ended up being Aidan's court date. We tried to move the release date to later in January, but the label refused. They said since the album was coming out in two months, that it needed to be out as soon as possible. I was really disappointed that I wasn't going to get to experience my second single being dropped, but I would give anything for Aidan to get out.
Me and Zoe met Brian at the courthouse first thing in the morning while Cindy went and met Aidan. He ran over their arguments with me and just asked me some final clarifying questions incase the judge were to ask. I imagine Cindy did the same thing with Aidan just to give him some final preparation.
After we were done Brian took us to the courtroom and me and Zoe made ourselves semi comfortable on the hard wooden benches while we waited for everyone else to arrive. Shortly after the prosecutor came in with a giant brief case and I figured that thing must be jam packed with arguments on why my baby brother shouldn't be released.
I saw Cindy come in through a side door and she came to quickly speak to us.
"How are you, Angel?" She smiled at me.
"I'm fine, thanks. How are you?"
"Good, thank you. So, Aidan is just behind that door. The bailiff is going to bring him out in a few moments, and then the judges should be here by nine."
I nodded. "Thank you." She smiled at me once more and then went to start unpacking all her things at the desk with Brian.
I was bouncing my leg and staring off into space due to my nerves until Zoe quickly put her hand on my thigh. "You need to stop."
I sighed and tried to calm myself down. A few minutes later, the bailiff escorted Aidan out of the same side room that Cindy came out of and he gave me a quick nod while he sat down and I gave him a reassuring smile. Even though I myself was freaking out, I didn't want Aidan to see that. I was always the strong big sister who took care of everything, and today was no different.
Ten minutes later we were all told to rise and the three judges who would be hearing his case walked out of another side room. The judges took their seats and we all sat back down. They began by reading off the case number and informing us that both the defence and the prosecutor had thirty minutes each to make their arguments.
Cindy went first and ran through all the similar stuff that she had discussed with me previously, as well as what Brian had told me this morning. She ended up taking the full thirty minutes and I was in awe of her the whole time. She was such a bad ass bitch up there and I was so thankful that I hired her. She was really fighting like hell for Aidan.
The prosecution went after her and essentially just spent the whole thirty minutes trying to rebuttal every point that Cindy had made. It made me so angry that anyone would try to argue to keep my brother in jail, but I tried to calm myself down and just remembered that this was his job. It also made me feel better because personally, I didn't think his arguments were that good. But, I'm also not a lawyer or a judge, so what do I know?
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Fanfiction*GIANT DISCLAIMER* This story includes P Diddy as a side character and was written many years prior to the recent discoveries of sexual assaults, human trafficking, etc. I, the author, in no way support or condone P Diddy. The year is 1998 and Ange...