A Journal of My Thoughts (Final Part)

Good morning!  I hope everyone is doing well!  I have a small announcement to make.  I will be taking a break until the new year.  There are so many things that need to be done for Christmas!  So I will be taking a break for Christmas and will be back the first full week in January with new stories!  I will still be around on Instagram, so keep a look out over there!

We are at the last part of this story!  I hope you have enjoyed this story and I hope you enjoy the last part!  I will see you in January!

A Journal of My Thoughts

December 17, 20–

Today was the best day I have had in a long time.  Today was the day that I got to tell Mr. Neasvelle the wonderful news that his case got thrown out.  I woke up in the best mood and I even kind of bounced out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen to get breakfast.

I told James I would pick up coffee on the way to the office.  I don’t normally do that, but I woke up in such a good mood that I couldn’t help myself.  I left the house with a bounce in my step and I got into my car to go to Starbucks. It was going to be a good day.

My car swung into the driveway and I ordered my normal blonde coffee with 2 sugars.  And then I ordered James’ wild coffee: dark roast coffee with a pump of hazelnut, a pump of vanilla, and a pump of mocha, 4 sugars, and 4 cream.  Who orders that? I should’ve asked James if I could taste it, but…I think that would’ve been weird.

As soon as I got to the office, I could feel myself getting more excited.  I strutted to James’ office and handed him the coffee. We chatted for a bit before his phone started to ring.  He picked it up and happily answered. He nodded his head before telling the person on the other end to let him up.  He hung up the phone and told me that our client was here.

We walked to the conference room and stood near the door with giant smiles on our faces.  Our client turned the corner and stepped into the conference. We shouted congratulations and smiled.  James couldn’t help himself and spilled the beans. He talked at a mile a minute, explaining everything that happened.

Mr. Neasvelle’s eyes lit up and a grin broke out across his face.  I could see tears starting to form in his eyes and slowly start to stream down his face.  He told us he couldn’t believe what had happened. He sat down in the nearest chair and covered his face with his hands.  He started sobbing and when we asked him what was wrong, he told us he never expected to win the case.

He told us that he always trusted us, but there was a small part of him that didn’t think we could actually win.  He was expecting to be in jail for the rest of his life for something he didn’t do. I sat down next to him and put a hand on his shoulder.  I explained that we always try our best to win the cases, and in his case, we won. It wasn’t because of all of the evidence or how we presented the case, it was because his ex-wife’s lawyer was dumb and tried to cause an issue to win.  And because of that we won the case.

Mr. Neasvelle looked at both of us and thanked us profusely.  He told us that he couldn’t thank us enough and that he would get the payment to us as soon as he had the money.  I looked at James who nodded, giving me the go ahead. I told Mr. Neasvelle that we wouldn’t be taking any sort of payment.  He needed the money more than we did and we had decided that we didn’t want to take any of it.

I have never seen a client cry so much out of happiness.  He engulfed me in a hug and cried even harder. He thanked us over and over and over.  James came over and gave Mr. Neasvelle a hug as well. I have never been happier with the outcome of a trial and I couldn’t have asked for a better reaction from our client.  It felt amazing.

Once Mr. Neasvelle composed himself, we walked him out to the lobby and saw him out.  It felt good. I haven’t felt this way in a long time. It made me happy to be a lawyer.  It made me realize how much I enjoy helping people. I couldn’t be happier with this outcome.

I leave this here.  I’m going out to celebrate.  The first round is on James, so I can’t be late.  So here’s where I leave it. G’night.