Dang it, I was already late and I couldn't even help myself from tripping yet again.
As I was pulling myself up from yet another spill, thankful that I didn't hurt myself or get my designer suit dirty, I thought about the case I was now assigned to. Being the head of the criminal prosecutor department in the rowdy city of Seattle could be a bit overwhelming after a while, but never had I had to take a case as serious and controversial as this.
I was to prosecute a young teacher who was accused of raping his student. That part made sense enough, but the problem was that the student in question did not want to press charges; she was forced to by her father, who had found a diary of hers and an explicit entry that detailed exactly what he did to her and how she wanted more. Well this shocked father confronted his seemingly sweet and innocent daughter about it, while the daughter denied it ever happened. Being the in-charge father that he is, he just claimed that she was tormented about what happened and was lying to make sure she didn't have to remember anymore, so he literally forced her to press charges and here we are now, the day of setting bail.
I had finally made it to the courthouse by now and quickly slipped inside, heading to the most commonly used courthouse in the city. I had not gotten the chance to meet the defense attorney, due to the fact that he was away from work for all the times I met with his client. The fill-in said something about him being sick. Whatever, it doesn't matter when I meet him, I'm still going to kick his ass and make sure that the sick rapist checks into the state jail for good soon.
Opening the door, I got a good look at the familiar courthouse and the scene brought back fond memories where I put people in their place. This was where I had my first case and where I finally worked up the courage to show people how intelligent I really was, instead of just letting people walk all over me.
With all the confidence I had gained, I strutted up to my table to show the other attorney just what I was made of and what was to come. I expected the judge to sigh and mutter about how late I was, but I didn't expect to find myself starring at the most gorgeous man that I have ever seen in my life.
To say he was hot was an understatement, he was friggen' on fire. He looked more like a Greek god than a defense attorney with enough heart (or enough money) to defend this lost cause. He had luscious copper locks that I had the irresistible urge to run my hands in, a straight, angular face and deep, penetrating emerald eyes that I knew I could get lost in.
During my drooling session, it seems that he found my starring a bit uncomfortable, so he politely cleared his throat, reminding me that we were indeed running behind schedule, due to my clumsy self and now even more so due to my starring.
I quickly dropped my eyes and fiddled with my papers as my face turned a bright red. The judge, who during all of this looked between the two of us and just let out another annoyed sigh continued with,
"Thank you for joining us Ms. Swan, I believe today we are going to set bail on Mr. Newton." The annoyed judge pronounced.
"Yes, I apologize for my tardiness. Let me start with the state's proposal of what the bail should be. We find that a bail of 2 million should ensure that the suspect remains in jail until his trial is over and since this is a first-degree rape in question we think it best if he remains in jail for the duration of the trial." I said firmly.
"Your Honor, that is a ridiculous amount of money seeing as my client is a school teacher and barely makes enough to support himself," fumed the defense attorney.
"Mr. Cullen this is a first-degree rape case. I, too, agree with Ms. Swan with this and rule that the bail is set to 2 million dollars." And with that he slammed his hammer and the bailiffs came to return the scum ball to jail.
Happy that I succeeded in the first part of the case, I put all my paperwork away and was about to walk away when I bumped into the defense attorney.
"You better watch where you are going, you don't want to fall," Mr. Cullen said as he helped me up with a kind smile on his face.
Too dazed and confused for words, I muttered a quick thank you and took off a little bit faster than I probably should have, given my clumsy nature. I was puzzled at why he would want to help me up or even to bless me with one of his beautiful smiles when I just grilled his ass and would continue to do so during the whole trial. Well, I thought to myself, it doesn't matter because I don't need any distractions.
Even after thinking that, I couldn't help think of those penetrating green eyes, or that simple, alluring crooked smile. I am definitely screwed.