Uncertainty

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"Oh my God, that was so amazing." The girl says, laying back on my bed, breathing heavily.

"You should leave." I tell her and she sits up.

"But baby, I haven't even returned the favor yet." She leans close to me and says in a seductive tone.

I turn and look at her.

"Could you just go please." I ask the woman whose name I have yet to get. I know what you're thinking, I previously stated that I don't just go around sleeping with randoms and to a degree, I wasn't lying.

It's just that... since that day I met Spencer a week ago, I can't stop thinking about her. She consumes my thoughts. And it doesn't help that I'm her attorney so I have to spend countless hours with her all day.

So, in trying to get my mind off her, I went to a bar and came home with a random; well I've seen her around the bar that I frequent often so she's not totally a random.

But as you can see, it clearly didn't work.

"Fine." The girl says getting up from my bed and quickly putting her clothes back on. She wordlessly gets dressed and rushes out my front door.

I lay back on my bed and sigh. "She's straight Ashley." I say out loud to myself. Forget the being straight part, she's your client and she's on trial for murdering her husband. "Allegedly." I correct my self-conscious. And that makes it better? "Why don't you just shut the hell up and stay out of my head." Because I am your head. "Right." I say silently to myself and shake my head. "I am not having a conversation with myself right now." I roll my eyes and get up from the bed. A nice long hot bath is what I need.

"We have two weeks until the trail Ash and we're nowhere near ready." Jackson points out to me as we go over some more evidence in my office.

"Did your guy have any luck finding that bullet?" His cop friend has searched the Dennison residence for a few days now that it's no longer an active crime scene. I think that the key to breaking this case open is finding that bullet. What kind of killer fires off three rounds and only picks up one of the bullet casings? What was so important about that casing that they had to take it?

"Not yet." He shakes his head. "He's gonna keep looking though." He assures me and I nod.

"So, how's your girlfriend?" I look up from the paper I was reading and give him a quizzical look. "Spencer." He clarifies and I scoff.

"She's not my girlfriend, Jackson. Stop being such an ass and help me win this case, please." I tell him seriously turning my attention back to the paper in my hand.

"I know why you wanna win this case so bad." He tells me and I look up and see a smile playing at his lips. "I mean, you're not getting paid so there has to this other reason." He says as he smile grows wider.

"And I'm sure you're gonna tell me right." I more say than ask my friend. He nods and smiles.

"You're getting laid from all this aren't you?" He smirks triumphantly like he just figured out the most difficult equation of his life.

"You're incorrigible." I shake my head at him. I don't even bother responding to his question. He smiles and continues to look over the files.

"This is where most cases are won... or lost." I explain to Spencer who nods. "Jury selection is the most important part of the process." She nods again. "We want jurors that will be inclined to believe what we're trying to sell to them."

"So like, we want a lot of women then?" She asks timidly and I smile.

"Exactly." I nod. "We want more women than men, we should steer clear of businessmen as well." I add.

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