Kora told me to drop him as a client, and he wasn’t even my client yet. I refused to give up a case like this one. The Amantecase gave me the respect I had been gunning for in the legal world. Then this Maze case was showing that I could take it there when it came to standing for black men, and this corrupt legal system.
Everyone was so impressed with the way that I handled myself in court. How I was able to make Dane look like an angel that was being falsely accused. There were things put in place in case things went the opposite way, but for the most part, I spun that bitch like Rumpelstiltskin.
George smiled. “His attorney team wants to retain you. He has a very great team put together, and he has requested you.”
Everyone clapped their hands, celebrating the news I had just learned about. “Wow.”
Kennedy: Can I come to stay at your place for a few days?
I discreetly looked at the message that came through my phone from Kennedy. She always asked to come over, and then she never showed up. “You should be proud of the reputation that you are building, Zoya.”
“Thanks, George.”
“Don’t mention it…. We’re all proud of you here. You just need to get over the Maze case.” He winked, mentioning the case none of them wanted.
I stood up.
Teddy’s eyes nearly bulged out of his face when he saw that I had on a nasty two-piece set.
High waisted and wide-legged dress pants and the matching blazer. “Is anything else needed on my end, I have a meeting in a few.”
“Nope, you’re all good.”
“Thanks, George… gentlemen.” I fixed my blazer, and headed out of the office, softly closing the glass door behind me.
Ivy, the paralegal that I worked with, put her phone down when she saw me rounding the corner. “Ivy, I don’t care that you’re on the phone.”
Closing my office door, I sat behind my desk and checked my phone. Aside from Kennedy’s text message, I had a few messages from Blair with pictures of Zayah. Leaning back in my chair, I took a deep breath.
Everyone assumed going against Menace was the worst thing. It was Kora that you never wanted to go against, and I was choosing to go against my older sister’s orders. She told me to drop him as a client before he could even become my client.
This wasn’t just dropped in my lap. I had worked for this, and I was being recognized for the hard work and my brain. I was a damn good defense attorney and often became overlooked.
What else is new?
This time, I was looked for, and in that room with all those white men who felt I didn’t belong because I wore a buss down with a middle part, and my lips were overly glossy with brown lip liner. Or because I heated up greens in the office kitchen and had their mouths watering because they had a bland lunch.
They were questioning why I was there, and this proved that I belonged here. Preston Vance didn’t request any of them, he wanted me.
The soft knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts. “Come in.”
George came in and smiled, closing the door behind me. “How do you feel?”
“Like I’m being hired to do a job.” I learned that emotions as a woman in this field got you nowhere.
“I’m not surprised that he wanted you on his legal team. You were tough as nails on the Amante Case.”
“So, I’ve heard.”
George barely came into the office and he damn sure didn’t do the small talk. There was a reason he was in my office and beating around the bush. “I’ve spoken to Vercotti, he’s taking lead on this case.”
“George, no offense, spit it out.”
“As a favor, he has allowed Teddy to be third chair.” I couldn’t help but to roll my eyes because I knew this was coming.
Teddy went whining to his father because he sucked as a lawyer, and I’m sure he didn’t wash his hands after he held his dick. I could tell when someone didn’t wash his hands.
“Does he wash his hands after he uses the bathroom?”
