Henry Lawson entered into the prison after a long day in court. He got a phone call from a client he barely remembered, but his assistant reminded him that he was on a hundred thousand dollar retainer, and promised twenty four seven service. The name was familiar, but he couldn't quite place it, as he read it off a card, he scribbled the name his assistant had told him, Michelle Beaunies. The name kept repeating over in his head as he was led into a small room with a steel table and two plastic chairs bolted into the table.
He took a seat and opened his briefcase going over the files that were faxed over to him at court. The charges were countless, leaping off pages at him, murder, assault, fraud, robbery, armed robbery, conspiracy to murder, count after count. Henry looked at his expensive watch, fidgeting in his expensive suit against the hard plastic uncomfortable chair. He didn't notice until the door slid shut and the locks clicked, that his client had entered the room.
She was small in stature, but her long blonde hair and bright white smile lit up the room taller than any giant could. The orange jumpsuit completely hid her figure, but you would have to be blind to see that she had an exquisite body underneath it. She had a face that reminded him of a girl on the Video Game channel his step son always watched. The guards at the prison said she looked like two thousand and seven Playmate of the Year Sara Jean Underwood. She slid into the seat opposite Henry and flipped her hair over her head and smiled at him. Henry thought she didn't look a day over twenty five, but her birth date indicated she was thirty six years old.
"You didn't bring my coffee? I specifically asked your secretary and he told me he would take care of it," she said speaking first.
Henry thought back to the first phone call hearing something about coffee and just thought it was nonsense, until now clicking in his head.
"I'm so sorry Ms. Bones, that was my fault," Henry began to apologize.
Michelle cut him off raising her finger at him and said, "It's
Beaunies
, like Bow and niece together,
BeauNIES!
Got it?"
"Yes again my apologies Ms. Beaunies. I'm sorry, please I'll text my assistant and he can bring us your coffee," Henry said.
"And cigarettes, unless you got any?" She asked.
"Sorry I don't smoke," Henry replied, texting his assistant, who immediately replied. "Excellent, he shall be here in ten minutes. I'm sorry but I've been in court all day, I haven't even had a moment to be fully briefed on your situation. Why don't you tell me what's going on?"
"I really wish you had a cigarette," Michelle said, leaning her head on her arm, her elbow resting on the table. "So like everything we talk about has lawyer client confidentiality right, it can't be used in court, or you can't tell anyone? Like a doctor patient thing?"
"Yes that's right, it's privileged information," Henry said.
"Okay, where to begin?" Michelle asked herself.
"Just start at the beginning," Henry said calmly.
"I guess it all started when I was 18 and got pregnant. It was from my high school sweetheart, who later became my husband. We were the all American couple, him football quarterback captain, and me head cheerleader, and little old me gets pregnant on prom. His parents gave him a bunch of shit telling him he's gonna burn in hell if he didn't marry me, while my parents were just supportive of whatever. But being young and stupid I marry him, and we go off to college together, while my parents raise my baby boy."
"Right, your son that's accused of murdering your husband?" Henry interrupted.
"That's right, see even though I just had a kid, my parents didn't want me to lose out on experiencing college and having a life, so they took care of him for his first four years, so when I graduated college and came back home, it was weird being his Mom all of a sudden, we just clicked and became like the bestest of friends!" Michelle said smiling wide.