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A Solicitor's Case
By Rurple101


Chapter One: Introductions


From the Desk of:
Mrs Bella Harrison

Harrison Forks Law Court (HFLC),
Larding Street
Forks
Washington, DC

To: Edwin Jolson
No. 143
Kensington View
Parker Avenue
Seattle
Washington D.C.

Monday, 31st May 2009

Dear Sir

It has come to my knowledge that I will be working with you these next few weeks. I can easily say that despite my age, I have a lot of experience.

Please find enclosed the leaflet of our establishment. I can assure you that your inquiries will be questioned and debated later than sooner.

Yet, being the professional I am, I must insist that I tell you this before we commence our work.

You quoted that Miss Cariole Lanyard was unkind to yourself about the current remarks saying: "You may be fit as a flea but you're nothing to me."

You then responded it by calling her a name I didn't feel was appropriate to put in this letter. But from my view, that was a personal comment which should have been kept to yourself and yourself alone.

You are lucky knowing that I am a highly successful lawyer and I'm here to help raise you case and possibly get it to Court. If you wish to know my background, a copy of my CV can be mailed to you upon request. Maybe that will help make your mind up about me.

I will enjoy working with you and please ask any necessary questions.

Yours Sincerely

Mrs Bella Harrison
Managering Solicitor and Social Community Official


"Whoa, jeez you got yourself a seriously good freakin lawyer Eddy!" Emmett swore, thumping me on the back in the meanwhile. It was a good thing I was vampire otherwise I could have a massive bruise there.

"Who is she to tell me off?" I scoffed, totally unlike my normal calmness. "She sounds like a strict teacher! Like the ones we had in Kentucky ten odd years ago! Remember that?"

"I think she sounds like you" Esme said as she breezed into the room. She took the letter from my hands carefully and re-read it again.

"Or she sounds like a person who has toughed up a lot. You realise it's been years…" She paused and I was too slow to see what she was thinking. She sighed and then left, with less grace than before.

"Edward…" Emmett asked when I wasn't listening.

"I'm going to hunt, want to come Em?" I asked, standing up and throwing the letter into the bin.

"Nah" he said. "I want to use the chance of freedom in the shed with Rose ton-"

"I really DO NOT want to know what the end of that sentence was going to be, Emmett!"

"Good thing I was thinking something innocent then" he said, grinning madly.

"Whenever you think innocent it tends to be the Innocent Smoothies that they make."

"Yeah well, THEY ARE LUSH!" he argued.

"We drink blood, Em" I sighed.

"Well I can still think of that. Only I dream of covering Rose with it…"

"Really?" I said, completely uninterested.

"…and then licking it off-"

"EMMETT!"

His mad laughter continued after me as I ran from the house and into the faraway woods.


"Jenson, will you stop it?" I giggled as my husband of one year rolled over on our bed and pulled me to him.

"No" he said, simply. He leaned in and kissed me passionately.

I smiled and melted into his kiss, sighing when he pulled away.

It may have been ten years but I don't reckon I've changed that much, except maybe the impressive high salary paying job…and my husband…and my growing confidence with motorbike racing.

After my breakdown, I decided to take control of my life again. I went to university in Alaska as planned and I got a degree in English Writing and Law. That is where I met my husband, Jenson. But more of that later.

I gave myself a job working for myself working in my bedroom and making plans to create a magazine about mythical creatures (but never mentioning them and the wolves).

One thing lead to another and I landed a conference in New York debating ideas about how animals were treated. I ended that and decided to train as a police officer.

However I was halfway through my training, (age 21 by this point) when I was told my father had died. I have moved out once I landed the conference. Ending my training I went home to mourn my father and stayed with my Mom and Phil. But they soon came to the choice to divorce as Phil cheated on Mom.

I was intrigued by how court proceedings went about ever since I left university and I applied to a small courthouse in Forks. After seeing my CV and hearing about my past experience, with some money from the government I got the courthouse and made it my own.

By the time I was 26, I'd held several hundred divorce and small crime cases at the courthouse and it now severs as one of the best in Washington D,C. I have roughly eighty people working for me at the moment and I get weekends off.

I'm 28 now and love my life, my husband and my job.

Let's hope that Edward Cullen has died and gone to hell by now – even if his choice saved my life from his clutches.


The plot has changed by the way.