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Manuel’s POV I was too stunned to speak, as Jill made the announcement, I just sat there, in the midst of all the commotion, I couldn’t even move. All I could think of were those five words. “Cassidy’s body has been found” So she was really dead, she was gone, gone forever and her now lifeless body was proof. The commotion in the courtroom had died down, Jill had left. It wasn’t until a tear dropped on my hand that I realized I was crying. I didn’t know when exactly the tears started, but I couldn’t stop, it just kept falling and falling. For the first time since this whole trial started today was the first time I cried. Sarah cleared her throat, my attention turned to her. I wiped the tears in my eyes and dragged myself to my feet. I realized the courtroom was now empty. It was just Sarah and I standing. I didn’t even notice everyone leaving. “Where is Jill?” I asked, voice shaky. “She’s gone,” she replied. “There is a swarm of reporters outside, so we are going to h
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Jills POVI rushed to the bathroom, after the opening statements and emptied my stomach into the toilet.My opening statement had be longer than I expected, I wanted it to connect emotions to the juror, to the judge, to everyone in the court room.Yes I am a lawyer, but this case, is about storytelling, about who tells the best story.In reality and truth, the case had more holes than a sieve, it didn’t matter anymore thou Cassidy's body had been found. After all these months.Why on the first day of the trial?How could they even tell it was her so fastSomeone was orchestrating this whole thing, this had gone from being a murder case to a drama filled series on television. And In this drama I'm the character being taken for a fool, the one who never sees anything coming, until it does.I rinsed my mouth and tried to calm myself, but my hands wouldn't stop shaking, my heart was slamming into my ribs, it hurt. Sarah came rushing in a few minutes later, with my bag and a bottle of w
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Jill stood up from her seat, adjusted her blazer with practiced precision, and walked up to the jury box. There’s something almost ritualistic about lawyers and their blazers; perhaps it’s part of law school, a signal that every gesture counts. She strode forward, silent and measured, and the courtroom fell into a hush so complete you could hear a pin drop.After a beat, she finally spoke. “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my name is Jill Baker.”“And I am the lawyer for the accused.”Her eyes swept the room before settling on me. She pointed directly at me, and I met her gaze with a pleading look, a silent appeal begging her to see that I wasn’t the monster the prosecution would soon paint me to be. Without a word, she simply nodded and continued.“The case before us is an unsettling and disturbing one, a tragic reminder that a night of intimacy can sometimes turn into something frightening. My client has been accused of murdering Cassidy Jones, a woman whose future was so bright
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Manuel’s POVAfter what happened at the police station, I had called Jill over a thousand times. Texted her too. No answer.I wanted to go to her house, to explain everything, to tell her the truth, the whole truth.But I decided against it. It was better to leave her alone.She was hurt. I understood.Later that night, Sarah texted me. She said she’d be handling my case from now on; relaying information to me from Jill. Told me to be at court at 7:45 a.m. sharp.That’s when I knew. Jill was done with me.She was irate.She wanted nothing to do with me.Now it was the day of my trial.I was standing outside the courthouse, waiting. Waiting for Sarah. Waiting for Jill.To say I was nervous would be an understatement.I was terrified.Fearful.My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. My knees felt like rubber.A few minutes later, I saw them.Jill and Sarah walked in Jill didn’t even glance at me. She moved past like I was part of the bench. Like I didn’t exist.I don’t blame her.She walks ahea
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Manuel's POV I waited for Jill to get showered, dressed and I waited for her downstairs.She came downstairs in her normal attire; a pantsuit and her louboutin heels. She was dressed in black, ready to kill. The red lip made her look more sexy.She walked past me without a glance, I strutted behind her like a lost puppy. She drove us to the police station in silence.I didn't think it'd be weird if we showed up together. My trial was supposed to have started anyways.We met her assistant, Sarah at the police parking lot. “Tell me everything.” Jill ordered “After I called you to tell you about the judge, one of my contacts at the police station called me to tell me one of the door men at the hotel came forward, the man allegedly saw Cassidy alive after Manuel left. His name is George Wilson” Sarah explained. Jill listened to her attentively, absorbing all the information she could.I just stood there in the side lines, watching.“Why is he just coming forward now, where has been al
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I’m jolted awake by the sound of my phone ringing. I opened my eyes and the morning light shone through the curtains Stifling a yawn, I grab my phone from my bedside table. And looked at the screen, it was Sarah. I answered and brought it up to my ear“I'm listening,” I say, and she began to talk After a minute or two she hangs up the phone, I don't know how to feel about what she just told me, will it help us or, it give me more time to prepare though, one can never be too prepared for a murder trial.I stretched out on the bed and that's when I realized I was naked. The memories from yesterday come flooding back to me.“Oh my god” I cover my face, blushing. I felt my stomach twistGod. What the hell have I done?I sat up carefully, pressing a hand to my forehead, trying to ground myself. I had been reckless last night, explosive—everything I had sworn I'd never let happen. He is my client. A man accused of murder. A man I was supposed to defend in court, not fall into bed with.
