"Isabelle," Will Gardner greeted the PA as she walked into his office after being summoned there and she smiled at him brightly and took a seat. She had taken one week from work and in that time her father had managed to mysteriously dispose of Marcus as his body had been found in the back of a dumpster. Lockhart and Gardner had no case from her father because of that. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine thank you Mr Gardner," she told Will. "I cannot thank you enough for allowing me to still keep my job here."
"Well it would have been unfair for me to have fired you," he shrugged. "You're a good PA and your father filled me in as to why you were away."
"Oh," she simply said. "He told you the truth?"
"It is nothing to be ashamed of Isabelle," he assured her. "But I wanted to talk to you about Cary."
"What about Cary?" she asked him.
"He's...well he's about to frame the wrong client for something which they didn't do," Will informed her and she raised a brow at Will.
"I'm no lawyer Mr Gardner," she told him and he nodded quickly as he looked at his phone which had suddenly gone off and he raised a brow at it, texting back quickly.
"I am aware," he told her as his fingers hit the keys. "But we think that Cary is hiding vital information from us."
"And what is it that you would like me to do about this?" Isabelle replied. "I don't intend to spy on him."
"I don't want you to spy on him," Will shook his head, placing his phone onto his desk after smirking at it and then looking seriously at Isabelle. "I want you to see if he's keeping anything from us."
"That is effectively spying Mr Gardner," Isabelle informed him. "I'm not going to do it."
"Okay," Will said simply and handed a file to her side of the desk and he nodded at it. "Take a look."
Isabelle picked the file up and opened it and quickly began to flick through it as Will spoke;
"Andrew Connors is a thirty eight year old man with a wife and two sons. He was caught in a shooting and is being seen as the defendant because the man with the gun knocked him unconscious and placed the gun into his hand which meant his prints were all over it, hence he is being framed."
"And how do you know this to be true?" she asked. "Is there no CCTV?"
"None at all," Will spoke. "The security cameras were a fake and there are no witnesses anywhere."
"So how is it that you have a case?"
"The trace of one other man's print was found on the gun," Will told her. "But the majority of the prints were Andrew's and so he is the one being found guilty as the other print couldn't be traced."
"And what do you think Cary is hiding from you?"
"There is CCTV from across the road that he won't allow us to look at until near the end of the case and by then the jury could have made their minds up," Will informed Isabelle and she looked down onto the picture of Connors and her family and then back at Will. "If you can ask him to give us the footage earlier it would be appreciated...there is an innocent man's life at risk here."
...
"Did it work?" Alicia asked as Will and she stood at the top of the steps and looked down where Isabelle sat at her desk, her hand running through her blonde hair before burying her face into them and shaking her head.
"I don't know," Will said. "I told her what is at stake and she seems to realise that Connors is more than likely an innocent man."
"But will she speak to Cary about it? It could damage their relationship Will."
"She's too nice for Cary anyway," Will shrugged. "He's been causing us problems for the last few weeks and seems to have turned cold to cases...I always knew he was a suck up but now he's become a pain in the arse."
"Isabelle likes him Will," Alicia spoke. "Their work and personal lives are different now...and maybe that would help them."
"And you think that by asking her to question him then I have destroyed that?" Will looked at Alicia and she shrugged.
"We'll have to see."
...
"Is that the Connors case?" Isabelle asked Cary as she walked about his kitchen and he read through case notes at the table and he looked at her with a raised brow whilst she chopped up vegetables.
"Yeah," he simply replied. "Why do you ask?"
"Because Will was speaking about it today," she shrugged. "He thinks the guy is being framed."
"He would think that. He is defending him."
"And what do you think?"
"I think it is my job to find him guilty of the shooting," Cary told her. "It is irrelevant as to what I think."
"So to find him guilty then you're planning on keeping evidence from Will?" she asked him and he dropped his pen onto the glass table, folding his arms and looking at her.
"Is that what he told you? He thinks I am keeping evidence from him?"
"He thinks that you aren't telling him the whole truth," Isabelle shrugged. "I just wondered if it was true."
"No you didn't," Cary replied. "Will wouldn't tell you anything unless he needed you to do something for him. And he wants you to find something out from me, doesn't he?"
"Maybe he was just voicing his opinion?" Isabelle suggested and Cary shook his head.
"Not to you Isabelle. You're a PA and he wouldn't share facts about cases with you when he has his own team to do that with him and so I think he has an agenda which includes you spying on me," Cary spoke to her and she rolled her eyes.
"He thinks you're keeping CCTV from him," she admitted and Cary smirked and went back to writing down his notes.
"Maybe I am," he muttered and Isabelle couldn't believe what she had heard.
"So why are you doing that? Surely he needs a fair trial?"
"He's going down regardless," Cary said. "The evidence is against him."
"He has kids and a wife Cary," Isabelle said, dropping the knife she was using.
"And he could also have killed a man," Cary replied. "What is your point?"
"My point is that he should have a fair trial because he could be innocent. He has too much to lose on this," she said and Cary rolled his eyes.
"Unbelievable," he stated. "Will has managed to use you in all of this and your judgement has been clouded."
"My judgement hasn't been clouded," she shook her head.
"Well if Will didn't even want to use you then you wouldn't know any of this," Cary snapped, shutting his folder and looking at her. "I mean you're only a secretary at the law firm...you make the drinks and do the photocopying and that is all you're there for. It isn't like you have a hard time there...you just swan about in your tight skirts and do what you're told."
Isabelle looked at Cary for a moment and then picked up the bowl of chopped vegetables which she cut up and chucked them into the bin whilst Cary shut his eyes for a second, realising he shouldn't have said to her as she slammed the bowl onto the worktop and he stood up.
"Isabelle..." he began but before he could even say anything Isabelle had picked up her glass of orange juice and as she stood opposite Cary she raised it over his head and poured it on top of his blonde hair and looked at him before slamming the glass onto the table and picking her coat up, shrugging into it and picking her bag up whilst Cary watched her but he was too proud to say anything back to her.