The Promise- Part 2 - Sex Stories

The Promise- Part 2

Rebecca woke to relentless shrieking, otherwise known as her alarm clock. Reluctantly, she forced her eyes open and tried to think about the Spinelli case. Her meeting from yesterday was…strange, to say the least. Sleep hadn’t came easily as she debated over the truth about Andreas’s involvement. She had finally acquired to her exhausted body, promising herself that she would wake up with an answer in the morning. A way to assuage her overly ambitious guilt. Unfortunately, she woke up without one. She’d learned enough in law school to know that determining who was innocent and guilty wasn’t part of her job description. Her job was to present all available evidence in as ethical and legally sound manner as possible. If the DA’s office was using this prosecution to hound a citizen, even one with a reputation like Gio Spinelli, that was wrong. That was something she should do something about. There was no security footage from the club. Conveniently and suspiciously, the system had a recording glitch that night. Her first instinct screamed Andreas was guilty, but with the type of footage that could be found from that club was also an issue. Who knew what really happened when any trust-fund scions partied together? Without a digital record, the case rested on two eyewitnesses. The bartender who had served both parties and said he’d seen the punch in question, and another girl at the club that night who was willing to testify that Andreas had started the whole brawl. Too bad it ...

... wasn’t just left at a brawl, Rebecca thought grimly. Somewhere between brushing her teeth and walking the blocks to her subway station, Rebecca decided to focus on their backgrounds. Even if Andreas was guilty, she’d be saving her boss from any surprises on the stand. She didn’t mind the idea of getting ahead off information from a less-than-savory source like Gio, but she wasn’t entirely keen on working for him. At least this was due diligence any good lawyer would be obligated to perform. She got to her desk and started digging through the stack of files for the information on the witnesses. Eventually, she found the bartender’s folder. It was slow, investigative work. Somewhere between the dry description of the police report and the assorted bits of personal data from public records, there was a life here. Rebecca needed to know if anything in that life suggested the witness was unreliable. Sighing, she flipped over yet another document. Her entire day would be consumed with this case. At least no one could blame her for not being through. She spent the morning gathering information on the bartender - past employers, landlords, anyone he’d entered into a contract with. He’d never been married and didn’t own property, but even the dead can be tracked if they paid taxes. Following his tax record, she called his past contacts, trying to pushy any information out of them that would work in their favor. She was starting to think Gio was wrong about his kid and it was an open and ...