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Story: She's perfect for Daddy
“I tried it.”
I nodded and motioned for my secretary to step aside before slamming the door.
“To what do I owe the honor of this visit, promoter?”
“You missed Sunday lunch.” He crossed his arms and gave me an even tighter look.
“I had to analyze a few cases.”
“Mom missed the girls.”
“They're fine.”
“Family is important to them, Thom even more so after losing their mother.”
“Do you think I'm not good for my daughters?”
“That's not what I'm saying; I know you do the best you can.”
“What do you want, Deborah? I don't suppose you left your office just to come here and question my absence at a family lunch- something you could very well have done over the phone.”
“This case... The people who got intoxicated.”
“I'm just doing my job, sister.”
“Those responsible must be punished...”
“We're going to propose a very good settlement for the victims; there's no need to worry about that. They will be well compensated for what happened.”
“It's more than just giving money to families...”
“We can't correct what has been done. That's why you went to the prosecutor's office, and I'm still defending millionaires. But think about it, Deby, if my clients go to jail, nothing will change in the lives of the victims, but money can guarantee comfort and much more.”
“All for the money.”
“You know.” I shrugged.
“When will I be able to take my nieces for a walk?” She changed the subject, realizing that I would be unyielding.
It wasn't her case. There was no reason to get involved, especially when each of us was defending a point of view.
“At the weekend, but you won't be filling their heads.”
“As if I would do that.” He shrugged, feigning innocence. “Are you going to visit our parents this weekend?”
“I don't know if I'll have time to go to the suburbs.”
“That's what those fancy, expensive cars you buy with the millions you earn here are for.”
“You could be working with me. It's not too late to leave the prosecutor's office and come here.”
“I belong there.”
“Okay.” It was my turn to shrug.
I heard a knock on the door just before my secretary came in.
“Sir, the client who asked to meet you is on his way; he says he'll be there in ten minutes.”
I nodded and motioned for my secretary to step aside before slamming the door.
“To what do I owe the honor of this visit, promoter?”
“You missed Sunday lunch.” He crossed his arms and gave me an even tighter look.
“I had to analyze a few cases.”
“Mom missed the girls.”
“They're fine.”
“Family is important to them, Thom even more so after losing their mother.”
“Do you think I'm not good for my daughters?”
“That's not what I'm saying; I know you do the best you can.”
“What do you want, Deborah? I don't suppose you left your office just to come here and question my absence at a family lunch- something you could very well have done over the phone.”
“This case... The people who got intoxicated.”
“I'm just doing my job, sister.”
“Those responsible must be punished...”
“We're going to propose a very good settlement for the victims; there's no need to worry about that. They will be well compensated for what happened.”
“It's more than just giving money to families...”
“We can't correct what has been done. That's why you went to the prosecutor's office, and I'm still defending millionaires. But think about it, Deby, if my clients go to jail, nothing will change in the lives of the victims, but money can guarantee comfort and much more.”
“All for the money.”
“You know.” I shrugged.
“When will I be able to take my nieces for a walk?” She changed the subject, realizing that I would be unyielding.
It wasn't her case. There was no reason to get involved, especially when each of us was defending a point of view.
“At the weekend, but you won't be filling their heads.”
“As if I would do that.” He shrugged, feigning innocence. “Are you going to visit our parents this weekend?”
“I don't know if I'll have time to go to the suburbs.”
“That's what those fancy, expensive cars you buy with the millions you earn here are for.”
“You could be working with me. It's not too late to leave the prosecutor's office and come here.”
“I belong there.”
“Okay.” It was my turn to shrug.
I heard a knock on the door just before my secretary came in.
“Sir, the client who asked to meet you is on his way; he says he'll be there in ten minutes.”
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