"Paige? I thought I told you to take the rest of the week off?" Sara looked at me in shock. I stepped into her office and there followed the Fields' couple. "Mr and Mrs Fields, how can I help you today? Are you both ready to give the statements?" Sara's attention focused on Pam and Wayne. "Actually, I have their statements. I want to pass them to you to overread it and see if there's anything that you want more specification in," I spoke up. Sara was froze in the moment, processing. After all, I was just an intern. "Okay, will you pass me the statements Paige? Take a seat Mr and Mrs Fields."
It was about an hour after that Sara finally had what she needed off the parents. She had to write down questions for me to ask Pam and Wayne. Sara then asked me to send Pam and Wayne home. She was leaving the office just at the same time and I'm very sure where she was headed to. Rosewood PD. I faked a phone call from my business to personal phone when I was sending them home, making some shit up and saying that I'm wanted by my father for business talk. Let's put this straight, my father owned a company that was given to him after Sara took inheritance of it. Sara was more into law so she gave it to "the only person she thought was capable", my father, Nicholas McCullers. Talk about ass licking.
I pulled up behind the familiar black Lamborghini outside Rosewood PD. "Just in time," I muttered, spotting Sara leaving Rosewood PD. "Couldn't wait for me?" I said as I exited my Rover. "Paige, we need to talk. Let's walk over to The Brew," Sara didn't even wait for my reply and her heels started clicking as she walked down the pavement. When I reached, there was already 2 cups of coffee on the table Sara got. "I know what you're about to say. I can't work on this case. I know. But think about it. A murder case, Sara. This will benefit my learning and give great credits. It's my second year with you and-" "Paige," Sara cut me of my rambling, a usual habit. "I actually wanted to hand 25 percent of this case to you. I just need you to know about some precautions first and see if you're up to it."
After an hour and more cups of coffee, Sara and I finally started to head back to the office. Being a big shot lawyer's discipline, it had it pros and cons. Sara owned the law firm and only took cases like murder and only if the person is innocent. "Paige, get ready for a meeting in my office in 30 minutes," and Sara walked off. The wait for the 30 minutes ticked like hours. I had things to do for other cases and this case itself but Sara sounded stern and it was nerve wrecking. I saw as the minute hand moved again on the table clock I had. The time was finally here.
"Ms McCullers, take a seat," Sara stood up from her desk as if I'm one od her clients. "Sara?" The confusion on my face was inevitable, Sara just chose to ignore it. "Paige, you can choose to help in this case or not," She paused and glanced at the office chair in front of her desk. "Thank you," she said as I sat down. "Ms McCullers, I understand you were high school sweethearts with the suspected in my case?" I nodded. This was going to be a long long meeting. It was after a while when another one of the lawyers in the law firm walked in. "Ms Hastings, take a seat."
The meeting wrapped up about 2 hours after I was called in and Sara dismissed me for the rest of the day. She knew I needed it by the look on my face when she called a dinner. A dinner consisting of Spencer Hastings, Aria Montgomery, Hanna Marin, myself and Sara. This is going to be a long night. I walked into my home shakily, seeing that my father's mercedes wasn't in the drive. I had the rest of the day to calm down before dinner tonight at the Grille. I landed on my couch, curled into a ball and laid there for God knows how long before sleep took over me.
A car horn woke me up. I took note of my surroudings, it was dark. Shit. I must've fell asleep and worse, overslept. I sat up right immediately, feeling a wave of nausea hit me. Should've slept last night instead of thinking about the case, I thought. Still feeling sleep deprived, I trudged upstairs and took a quick shower. "About time. We're 15 minutes late," Sara said as I walked down the stairs. "Don't prove me wrong by letting you in this case." She said as we headed off to the Grille.