Chapter 9 - THE LAWYER'S AMBITION
A knock on the hospital door interrupted the silence of the afternoon,
revealing a sharp woman in a tailored black suit.
She carried a heavy leather briefcase,
her eyes projecting intense determination.
"My name is Eleanor Vance,"
she introduced herself,
extending a firm hand toward me.
"I am a high-profile civil rights attorney,
and I want to take your case pro bono,"
she offered.
She explained that she had watched the video,
and felt physically ill at the display of casual cruelty.
"Marcus Holloway believes he is above the law because of his bank account,"
she stated,
sitting down across from me.
"But I know how to dismantle men like him piece by piece,"
she promised,
her voice filled with absolute confidence.
She outlined a strategy that combined criminal charges with a massive civil lawsuit,
targeting his personal assets.
"We will file for an emergency protective order today,"
she explained,
ensuring Zuri's absolute safety.
"Then we will freeze his domestic accounts pending the investigation,"
she added,
striking him where it hurt most.
I looked at Zuri,
who was watching a cartoon,
the swelling on her face beginning to subside.
"Do it,"
I told Eleanor,
signing the retainer agreement without hesitation.
"Make sure he never uses his money to hurt another child again,"
I demanded.
Eleanor smiled,
a cold,
professional expression that signaled war.
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"He won't have any money left when I am finished with him,"
she promised.
