The Offices of Wright & Co.

Date: March 13, 2019

Time: 11:27 AM

Location: Wright & Co. Law Offices

I groan wearily as the sunbeams from my office window pry my eyes open and **** me to greet what was left of the morning. I slowly lift my head off my desk and peel the court papers stuck to my face. I rub my eyes a few times to try get used to the intruding light. My name is Phoenix Wright, I am a defense attorney, and I am currently dealing with a horrible hangover.

Perhaps I should elaborate a bit while I lower the blinds in my office. My office. Even after nearly three years, it's still hard to imagine that this place is all mine. Considering I became the owner and lead attorney here after my second case, at the age of 24, it's easy to see why I'm so **** to believe. My mentor Mia Fey was murdered after my very first case and my second case was defending the poor girl who was blamed for her ****. Since then, I've taken over the law offices and become something of an urban legend as the attorney that is able to turn around even the most doomed of cases. I'd like to say that was mostly clever skill, but a lot of it is dumb luck too.

By looking over at the blue couch, I can see a young girl of 19 sleeping like an angel, if angels slept with their mouth open and snored like a freight train running with it's brakes on. Maya Fey is my assistant and probably the closest friend I have, which sounds even sadder now that I say it out loud. She's the poor girl I mentioned earlier who was framed for her sister's ****. I managed to prove the real murderer in court and proved her innocence. Since then she's stayed by my side like a loyal puppy. It seems she didn't go home either last night and decided to crash on the couch. I do recall her mentioning that she was going to make sure I don't do anything stupid while I was drunk, but I'm pretty sure she passed out hours before I did.

The reason my head is currently pounding like a base drum, or more accurately the reason I drank enough to induce said head pounding, has to do with the case I just finished a few weeks ago. It was a real doozy that seemed to connect with many of my previous cases, especially those with direct connections to me and my assistant. Not only did I have to solve this real tricky case, which had more twists and turns than a corkscrew, I had to deal with a variety of "friends" trying to "help" me, save Maya from a dangerous situation (which I seem to do on a frighteningly regular basis), and deal with a painful memory from my past. And I did it all just a single day after plunging off a burning bridge into a raging river below. Needless to say, now that the case is over and no new clients have turned up, I have a lot of time to think about it and I have found drinking really helps the whole "I should be dead" thing.

I just finish closing all my blinds and was beginning to rationalize hitting the bottle before noon when I hear a knock at my door. I groggily make sure that my hair is spiked properly and in the right direction, then open the door wide.

"Hello." I say. "Welcome to the Phoeeeeeee-" My words drown off as my jaw drops open. The young woman in front of me was absolutely gorgeous. She has long red hair and beautiful blue eyes. Her face is spattered with freckles, which holds my attention just long enough to take in her face before my eyes catch a hold of the tight yellow tank top she is wearing and the large breasts she is hiding behind it. She has enough cleavage to make a monk stutter. I manage to wrench my eyes away from her tight body before she takes offense. "-nix Wright law offices." I finish with all the smoothness of sandpaper.

"Ah! Mr. Phoenix Wright! I am sooo glad I found you!" She exclaims, smiling radiantly. "I need your help so badly!"

"You...do?" I ask, my brain barely able to keep ahead of my libido.

"Yes! I want to hire you to defend my best friend! She's been accused of ****! Please help me!" She looks up at me pleadingly. She also presses her breasts together and increased the amount of cleavage, which should really be illegal when used in conjunction with asking for a favor.