The Judge Who Stole Christmas Read Online Free
Author: Randy Singer
prospects to the gym or take them to the golf course.â The old man broke into a full-fledged grin. âI want you to meet David Borden, one of my junior partners, and Scooter McCray, a senior associate.â All three men were smiling.
âBased on todayâs performance,â Pearson continued, âI think weâd rather have you with us than against us.â
âIâll drink to that,â the Beast said. And Jasmine knew that this time he wasnât putting her on.
Later that night, after Jasmine returned to her room at the downtown Hilton, she plugged her laptop into the hotelâs broadband connection and accessed her e-mail. She was floating with the excitement of an offer from a major New York firm, news too wonderful to keep to herself. She sent a couple of e-mails to some law school friends, discreetly mentioning the offer from Gold, Franks. For the sake of modesty, she left out the precise amount of the salary, though she was pretty sure her friends already knew the ballpark for starting associates in New York mega-firms.
She also instant-messaged her little sister, a senior at Possum High, to tell her the good news. Ajori, too young to be worried about proper etiquette, instantly sent a return message marked by a teenagerâs enthusiasm: You rock! How much?
Jasmine smiled as she typed in her reply: $115,000 plus a signing bonus. She waited less than five seconds for Ajoriâs flashing response.
R U serious!!!! Can I get a loan????
No way, Jasmine typed back. Youâve got lousy credit.
While she continued the dialogue with her kid sister, Jasmine pulled up the Gold, Franks Web site and opened her in-box from school. Interspersed with the usual spam and forwarded messages from friends was an e-mail from the Regent professor who ran the schoolâs legal aid clinicâCharles Arnold, legendary for his demanding teaching style and the street preaching he did on the Virginia Beach boardwalk. She opened it immediately.
Given the fact that you missed your rotation the last two weeks at the legal aid clinic, I have taken the liberty of assigning you a few indigent clients in need of representation. You can go by the clinic and pick up the case files this weekend. However, there is some urgency on one particular matter.
A former client of mine named Thomas Hammond has been subpoenaed for a federal court injunction hearing on Monday morning. Heâs not a named defendant but is a key witness in the case brought by the ACLU. I thought you might be interested since the issue is whether a crèche can be displayed in the town square of your hometown (Thomas is one of the live âJosephsâ in the manger scene). He could use a lawyer to go with him and prepare him to testify. His home phone number is 757-432-0056. He doesnât have a cell phone.
You can appear under the usual third-year practice rules. If for some reason you need to address the court, the town attorney has agreed to serve as your âsupervisingâ attorney for the day.
Have fun. And by the way, you might want to read Lynch v. Donnelly and Allegheny County v. ACLU before you go.
The legal aid clinic. It had seemed like such a good idea at the start of the semester. But her law firm interviews had caused her to miss a few rotations, and now, with the holidays and final exams approaching, she really didnât have time to fool with the likes of Thomas Hammond, a name that didnât ring any bells. She thought about her familyâs annual pilgrimage to the town square and the live manger scene. Why couldnât the ACLU just let the residents of Possum celebrate Christmas the way they always had?
Jasmine sighed, typed the case into her Outlook calendar, and clicked to open the blinking instant message from her sister.
Need a paralegal?
MONDAY, DECEMBER 4
As the mayor of Possum testified, Jasmine Woodfaulk sat next to Thomas Hammond in the front row of the cavernous federal courtroom and
âBased on todayâs performance,â Pearson continued, âI think weâd rather have you with us than against us.â
âIâll drink to that,â the Beast said. And Jasmine knew that this time he wasnât putting her on.
Later that night, after Jasmine returned to her room at the downtown Hilton, she plugged her laptop into the hotelâs broadband connection and accessed her e-mail. She was floating with the excitement of an offer from a major New York firm, news too wonderful to keep to herself. She sent a couple of e-mails to some law school friends, discreetly mentioning the offer from Gold, Franks. For the sake of modesty, she left out the precise amount of the salary, though she was pretty sure her friends already knew the ballpark for starting associates in New York mega-firms.
She also instant-messaged her little sister, a senior at Possum High, to tell her the good news. Ajori, too young to be worried about proper etiquette, instantly sent a return message marked by a teenagerâs enthusiasm: You rock! How much?
Jasmine smiled as she typed in her reply: $115,000 plus a signing bonus. She waited less than five seconds for Ajoriâs flashing response.
R U serious!!!! Can I get a loan????
No way, Jasmine typed back. Youâve got lousy credit.
While she continued the dialogue with her kid sister, Jasmine pulled up the Gold, Franks Web site and opened her in-box from school. Interspersed with the usual spam and forwarded messages from friends was an e-mail from the Regent professor who ran the schoolâs legal aid clinicâCharles Arnold, legendary for his demanding teaching style and the street preaching he did on the Virginia Beach boardwalk. She opened it immediately.
Given the fact that you missed your rotation the last two weeks at the legal aid clinic, I have taken the liberty of assigning you a few indigent clients in need of representation. You can go by the clinic and pick up the case files this weekend. However, there is some urgency on one particular matter.
A former client of mine named Thomas Hammond has been subpoenaed for a federal court injunction hearing on Monday morning. Heâs not a named defendant but is a key witness in the case brought by the ACLU. I thought you might be interested since the issue is whether a crèche can be displayed in the town square of your hometown (Thomas is one of the live âJosephsâ in the manger scene). He could use a lawyer to go with him and prepare him to testify. His home phone number is 757-432-0056. He doesnât have a cell phone.
You can appear under the usual third-year practice rules. If for some reason you need to address the court, the town attorney has agreed to serve as your âsupervisingâ attorney for the day.
Have fun. And by the way, you might want to read Lynch v. Donnelly and Allegheny County v. ACLU before you go.
The legal aid clinic. It had seemed like such a good idea at the start of the semester. But her law firm interviews had caused her to miss a few rotations, and now, with the holidays and final exams approaching, she really didnât have time to fool with the likes of Thomas Hammond, a name that didnât ring any bells. She thought about her familyâs annual pilgrimage to the town square and the live manger scene. Why couldnât the ACLU just let the residents of Possum celebrate Christmas the way they always had?
Jasmine sighed, typed the case into her Outlook calendar, and clicked to open the blinking instant message from her sister.
Need a paralegal?
MONDAY, DECEMBER 4
As the mayor of Possum testified, Jasmine Woodfaulk sat next to Thomas Hammond in the front row of the cavernous federal courtroom and
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