Nope, I'm not having legal problems, Sorry if the post title was misleading. I'm just sharing a snippet from what might be my next book (due out in summer 2016): Most of my morning was spent preparing for my meeting with Arthur Jacobs but three hours later, I found myself pacing my office while squeezing a foam stress ball. He was late. I had been waiting on him for almost forty minutes.
One of my biggest pet peeves was tardiness. Just as I was about to ask our office administrator, Lauryn, to call him, Mr. Jacobs appeared in my doorway. My eyes widened at the sight before me. It had only been two months but he looked drastically different. The once stout, balding man with pasty skin was totally transformed. He was much thinner, tanned and obviously wearing a hair piece. I tried to mask my surprise at his appearance but refused to tone down my anger. "You're late," I remarked. I motioned to the chairs in front of my desk as an invitation for him to sit down. He cleared his throat. "My apologies, Miss Regina. I had an appointment that could not be missed," he said as he sat. I glared at him. "Well, there will be many missed appointments in your future if you go to jail. Keeping your freedom should be a priority," I knew I was being harsh but I couldn't understand what was more important than meeting with the one person who might be able to keep you out of jail. He smiled faintly and avoided my gaze. "You are right, it will not happen again," I sighed. "Look, I'm sorry, I just- I've been reading over the new information from the D.A.'s office and I'm a little upset that you didn't tell me everything. It makes it hard to represent you properly if I don't have all the facts," "Ah, so what did Stephanie say?" he asked referring to his ex-wife. "She said the person she caught you with was another man," I said plainly. He arched an eyebrow. "I see," I see? Seriously? "Is it true?" I asked loudly. He cleared his throat again. "Yes and no," he replied cryptically. I did not have time for his evasive bullshit. I stood and walked around my desk to close the door. I pulled out the chair next to him and sat down before taking a deep breath. "Look, I don't think you get the severity of what's going here. You were released last time not because you were found innocent but because there wasn't enough evidence to find you guilty. Now that your wife-," "Ex-wife," he corrected. I ignored him. "If I do not have all the facts, I can not win this case. Period. I think you need to start talking. From the beginning,"
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