Diverging paths framed by an unbreakable bond. As childhood friends, they dreamt of shared success, but life dealt them separate cards. Separated by circumstance, their connection persists through letters, each missive a lifeline between contrasting...
Hanging up, DeVante began to jot down his thoughts on the interaction. While he found the first firm promising, he knew exploring other options was crucial. An hour went by before He decided to dial another firm from his list.
"Good afternoon, this is Anderson & Associates. How may I assist you today?" A warm voice spoke on the other end.
"How you doin, my name is Don. I'm looking for a defense attorney."
"Absolutely, Don. I'm here to help. Could you tell me a bit about your case?"
"It involves a friend of mine who is currently incarcerated. I need someone who's sharp, you know?"
" I fully understand. Let me connect you with someone who can discuss the details further." She asked before putting him on hold.
As DeVante waited, he wondered about the expertise of this firm. The hold music played a calming melody, but his mind raced with thoughts of Justine's situation.
Was she safe, was she making friends, did she find herself a girlfriend in there to-
"Good afternoon, Don. This is Attorney Rodriguez. I understand you're seeking legal representation?" A voice pulled him away from his nasty thoughts making him clear his throat.
"Yeah man, I need someone who's not afraid to fight for their client. My friend's case is serious as hell."
"I assure you, we're dedicated to providing a strong defense. Could you share some details so we can better assist you?"
"It involves a complex situation; she's facing a murder charge. I need someone who can handle it with finesse."he answered as Rodriguez hummed.
" We've dealt with challenging cases before. I'd like to schedule a consultation to discuss the specifics. How does that sound?"
"That works for me. I appreciate it, my assistant will be in touch." He spoke into the phone before clicking off the line.
June 8th 1992
Uptown Records
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Meeting at the studio, the rest of Jodeci sucked their teeth as they got kicked out.
"I wanna know what the detective muthafucka gotta say." Dalvin rasped, dragging his feet towards the door.
"Right! We all invested and shit." K-Ci exclaimed as JoJo snickered, knowing he'd find out later on.
"Ok, so we have some pictures of the kid, Johnnie right?" Artie said, making DeVante nod. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a folder.
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