Legal Seduction. Sharon C. Cooper

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      Chapter 1

      “Has the jury reached a verdict?”

      “Yes, Your Honor, we have.”

      Defense attorney Iris Sinclair stood slowly and motioned for her seventeen-year-old client to do the same. She had logged more hours in this murder case than she had in her last few cases put together, and was confident that they would win.

      Still seated, her client Terrance Gibson tugged on the collar of his light blue button-down dress shirt and yanked on the striped tie, loosening it from around his neck. He took a deep breath, grabbed hold of the edge of the table and pulled himself up, knocking a file folder to the floor and sending Iris’s pen flying across the tabletop in the process.

      Horrified, he glanced at Iris, his troubled eyes wide. He made a move to retrieve the folder, his chair scraping loudly against the hardwood floor before she halted him with a reassuring pat on the back. “Leave it,” she mouthed silently and smiled.

      He managed a small smile back and after a deep breath, turned his attention to the jury foreman.

      “We the jury, find the defendant, Terrance Gibson, not guilty of the charge of first-degree murder.”

      Cheers went up around the courtroom and Terrance dropped down in his seat, his face in his hands and his shoulders shaking as he sobbed. Iris’s heart went out to him while she swiped at her own tears. It had been one of her toughest cases, but she proved, without a shadow of a doubt, that her client was not guilty. She was relieved that it was finally over and an innocent young man wouldn’t spend the rest of his life behind bars. Terrance’s only mistake the fateful night that he was arrested for murder was that he had succumbed to peer pressure and attended a house party instead of going home after a football game.

      Terrance threw his arms around Iris’s neck. “Thank you for everything. I don’t know what I would’ve done without your help.”

      Iris hugged him back. “It was my pleasure.” She pulled back. “Just make sure I don’t see you back here again.”

      “You won’t,” he said before he went to go join his family.

      Iris gathered her belongings, preparing to leave the courthouse. Despite her best efforts, she always tried not to get emotionally involved in her cases, but it was usually inevitable. One of few defense attorneys in the Atlanta area whose defendants were mostly teenagers and good kids who ended up in bad situations, Iris’s clients often got caught up in the wrong crowd, or made one bad decision, as in Terrance’s case.

      “Attorney Sinclair, we’ll never be able to thank you for all you did for Terrance through this horrible ordeal,” Mr. Gibson said to Iris when he pulled her off to the side. “We knew our son was innocent, but for you, someone who didn’t know him the way we know him, to take on his case based on Terrance’s word alone, means more to me and his mother than we could ever express.”

      Iris smiled. She had connected with Terrance and his family from day one, promising to do whatever she could to prove his innocence.

      “It was my pleasure, Mr. Gibson. Terrance is a good kid. When I saw and heard the pain behind every word that he said while describing that night, I sensed he was telling the truth.” If proof of innocence wasn’t available, Iris relied on her gut to decide whether or not to take on a case.

      She stuck around for a few more minutes before leaving the courthouse.

      Back at the offices of Thomas, Alston & Sinclair, Iris moved down the wide hallway, her heels sinking into plush carpeting as some of the associates congratulated her on her victory. Though appreciative of all of the laudatory comments, she couldn’t get to her office fast enough. A slight headache had been her companion for the past hour, and exhaustion after working long nights had finally caught up to her.

      As she approached her office area, she couldn’t help but reminisce about her professional life over the past few years. It had taken nine years of hard work at the firm, and the last four as a partner, to not only make it to the top floor of the office building, but to also receive one of the prime corner offices. Amazing views of North Buckhead and the Perimeter made the accomplishment even sweeter.

      She stopped at the desk of her assistant extraordinaire, Melissa Rand. Melissa smiled and held the telephone receiver between her shoulder and ear while she gathered a padded envelope and a small package from her desk. She handed Iris the items and a small stack of phone messages as she fielded questions from a caller.

      “Congratulations. I’ll be in your office shortly,” Melissa mouthed silently to Iris and then jumped right back into her telephone conversation without missing a beat.

      Iris nodded and walked the few steps to her office. She placed her briefcase on the floor next to her long mahogany desk and quickly scanned her phone messages. Seeing nothing urgent, she tossed them on the desk before dropping into her seat. This would be the first day in over eight months that she’d leave the office before five in the evening and she could barely contain her excitement. Court dates always wore her out and this case had taken an emotional toll on her. Now that Terrance’s trial was over, she could officially start making plans for her long-overdue vacation.

      Her cell phone rang from inside her briefcase and she pulled it out of the side pocket.

      “Hello.”

      “Hey, sis.”

      A smile lifted the corners of Iris’s lips at the sound of her younger sister’s voice. Janna Morgan was a supermodel who had become internationally known after her appearance in a Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue.

      “Hey, yourself. Where are you?” Janna planned to spend her three-week vacation in Atlanta, and Iris couldn’t wait to see her.

      “I’m still in New York, but I should be in Atlanta by seven this evening. Do you want me to have the driver bring me to your office or to your penthouse?”

      Janna had been expected the day before, but a last-minute scheduling conflict with a modeling shoot forced a change of plans. Iris hadn’t seen her foster sister in three months and was anxious to hang out with her and their other sibling, Macy, this evening.

      Iris glanced at her watch. Three-fifteen. “I’m hoping to leave here in the next hour and plan to head straight home. Why don’t you meet me there and then we’ll drive out to Alpharetta and meet up with Macy?”

      Janna sighed. “Are you sure you’re going to be there, Ms. Workaholic? The last time I ended up at your place, you didn’t show up until two o’clock in the morning, and I was left in that big ol’ apartment by myself with nothing but microwave popcorn and a diet soda. Maybe I should just head out to Macy’s crib and you get there when you can.”

      “No,” Iris blurted out. She wanted Janna to stay with her and knew that if she went to Macy’s, their sister would talk Janna into staying with her for the duration of Janna’s visit. “I promise, I will be there...but make sure you have your key, just in case.”

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