I was dressed in a completely inappropriate shade of pink as I walked into the courtroom to present my case. My client was accused of murder, but I just knew she was innocent. Trouble was, she didn’t have a strong alibi. Well, that’s why I make the big bucks, right? I wish. My name is , and I work as a public defender.
I put my briefcase on the security belt for scanning, and did a quick makeup and clothes check. Lipstick on, mascara not smeared, all buttons fastened. Good to go. I walked into the courtroom and sat down at the defense table. I spotted an amazingly good looking man watching me. I flashed him my best smile, and was trying to figure out a reason to talk to him when I realized he was sitting at the prosecutor’s table. Damn. The best ones are always on the dark side.
The bailiff announced the judge, and we all rose and sat on cue. Cute guy got up to start his case. I was taking notes, finding counterpoints to his arguments. Then he turned and winked at me. What’s up with that? I think he is just trying to distract me. If I wasn’t so concerned about my client’s POSSIBLE LIFE SENTENCE here, it just might work. What he didn’t know is that I had a trick up my sleeve – I had found evidence proving my client’s innocence. Nothing could distract me today!