It’s been a few years since you graduated from Harvard law school as a valedictorian. You passed your Bar Exam with flying colours, however your career as a lawyer was a drastic failure. One night, after a long night at the pub drinking away your failures with a bottle of whisky, you arrive home to your condo exhausted. However, you smell something odd as you enter, so you go and check. The smell leads to a bag of drugs which you never left there. Then, things get odder by the minute, you notice a trail of blood and a foul smell coming from the kitchen. Alarmed, you follow the blood and the foul smell all the way to the kitchen as you turn the lights on. In utter shock, you see a dead person’s body whom you never knew or killed in the first place. You notice the window is broken, showing clear signs of a break-in. As the information sinks in, you attempt to gather your thoughts and piece together this whole thing. However, you hear the wailing of Sirens outside. Your heart starts to drop as you hear the sound moving closer to you, you know it’s the police as you panic at the knowledge of the scene, which you never created at all in the first place. As the cops knock on the door you dart out the window full of adrenaline, attempting to run away, but it’s too late! The swat team pins you down as you are forced to surrender, kneel down and put your hands behind your back. As they arrest you, you proclaim your innocence but the police aren’t buying it. They take you to the station for questioning about the scene. You have absolutely no idea at all how it happened since you were out all night at the pub drinking, but the cops don’t buy your story and think you’re bluffing. However you know deep down inside this wasn’t your deed at all. You were well out in East Newbury partying all night, far away from your apartment in south central Boston, where the incident took place. However, even after justifying your absence they are still not totally sure about your honesty. You reek of booze, and with all the findings at the scene the police find your story hard to believe, as they throw you back in the holding cell. As you land back in the cell you wonder if this was all a trip or drunken nightmare. However, as you wake up in the same place the next day, your heart drops as the reality sinks in, as you find yourself awaiting trial for possession and murder which you never committed. The next morning you get your statutory phone call as you read through the station’s phone book for any affordable lawyer, since it’s been years since your bar exam and you failed miserably in your career, you choose to lawyer up. You scan through the book as to your luck you find the number of the best lawyer in the Greater Boston Area, who is luckily your former professor at Harvard law school, Ms. Samantha Freeman. Considering you were a valedictorian in her graduating class and were among the most popular and beloved students of your graduating class, you should be able to gain her favour easily. In a matter of life or death, you choose to dial the number of her office as your fate hangs in the balance.
