Thanks both of you :') well, I can update pretty fast since I only have to edit at the moment, so here's the next chapter.

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Mia Fey was angry, and that was putting it lightly as she stomped down the stairs, making a rather loud noise as she did so. As she reached the foot of the staircase, she slumped around the corner to gather her raging thoughts.

He's a lawyer? That man's profession is everything I've worked so hard to become. All of that work so that I could have to power to prove people innocent and he's the second one I come across? That jerk who thinks about no one but himself? Terry Fawles could be innocent for all he knows and yet all that he can think about is his precious win record.

Her head flopped into her hands in desperation because of the betrayal of everything that being a defense attorney meant to her was being carried out. Also, because it was her first day and she'd already shouted at her superior. Still, she couldn't allow herself to think about that at a time like this.

Though she had never met the said defendant she could clearly see in her minds eye Terry Fawles (or what she imagined he would look like) being led with a brown sack over his head to the electric chair where she could see picture his painful death as he writhed and screamed he was innocent. She knew what she had to do, guilty or innocent she knew she could not live with herself knowing that she could have saved him. She headed back to her office, (feeling considerably better, now she had a plan) grabbed her bag before something distracted her in the corner of her eye; Despite the small amount of paperwork she had done earlier there was still quite a decent sized pile of work.

"Mia…Come on Mia think…" She muttered to herself under her breath, leaning over her desk "What's more important to you, paperwork or an innocent mans death?" The answer was clear to her as she rushed out the office leaving the desk as crowded as ever.

….

"I'd like to speak to Terry Fawles please."

"And who are you to him?" the man behind the desk asked.

"Mia Fey." she answered.

"No…you misunderstood me, who are you to him, for example; sister, friend?"

"Oh…erm…potential defense attorney?" this time she made an effort to puff out her chest to show the badge she was so proud of.

The man blushed and muttered something she couldn't quite hear due to how flustered he was now. Regaining his composure (or attempting to) he walked of and said- "Right this way Ms. Fey.".

Realizing that puffing her chest out probably gave the man the wrong impression she went back to normal and followed the man, trying her best to hide her now bright red cheeks. He lead her into a cell with a statue like security guard standing in the corner and said "Terry with be with you shortly Ma'am.".

Ma'am? You're older than I am! Mia sat for a while before finally the door opened to reveal the man who she assumed must be Terry Fawles. He was wearing a blue and white stripy long sleeved prison top with a matching hat. He wore a discontented expression on his face (not that Mia really blamed him) as he slumped down onto the chair on the opposite side of the glass.

"Hello, Mia Fey, nice to meet you." she said stretching her hand out to shake his before it hit the glass in between them. "Ugh...sorry about that, you must be Terry Fawles?"

He nodded sadly as if his head was too heavy to lift properly.

She waited for him to say something, when he didn't she decided it was best to cut to the chase; "I'm here to talk about your case, is there anything you could tell me about-"

"I didn't do nothing…"

"Uh…well could you tell me what happened?" she asked him gently.

"I said…I DIDN'T DO NOTHING!"

"You're saying you're innocent?"

He didn't reply but a tear slid down his cheek as he stared down into his lap. Mia nodded; his tears said more than words could.

"Then it's settled; I'll take your case…err by the way I'm a defense attorney" she laughed nervously before asking- "Is it okay if I take your case?"

Terry nodded, maintaining his somber silence but now Mia could see a tiny glint of hope for him. She would figure everything else out another time; this case was more important than the muddle of other things going on in her life as she bid Terry goodbye and walked out of the visiting room. The details didn't matter; there would be time for that later.