The Mom

*BEEP* *BEEP* I pressed the bright red button facing the giant prison door. This doesn't even faze me anymore. The stone plain walls with tiny scratch marks from possible fights and the overwhelming sadness of this place is just part of my job that I am used to. After years of working hard attending Harvard, passing the Bar, and then finally working my way up to solidify my name at the firm I worked at. Nothing could bring me down.

Thank God I raised my son right so he did not become a delinquent. I proudly smile patiently waiting behind the heavily strong door until it finally opened up. Two scruffy looking guards stand behind the door looking at me. I can feel their eyes undressing me, wondering what I would look like nude its... making me shiver.

"Are you Miss Reiner?" The taller guard ask who is holding a clipboard trying to identify me. "The one seeing Mr. Markle for the accused charges of ****, battery, breaking and entering."

He beings to list my defendants notable offenses. I am so used to dealing with these criminals on proving that they are innocent however this is a case that even my named partner boss told me to "Be Careful." Studying his file I was shocked by how successful he was at evading the law. One thing that always puzzled me was how? It seemed like most of the people that were involved with him didn't even have a any criminal offenses. Some of them dropped a very successful job or left their loving family to work underneath him.

Its like they became a completely different person. I tried to piece it together but it just keeps more confusing. I only have one piece of evidence that was left at the scene after a failed robbery near Fremont Street. According to the report it's like he gave himself up, putting up zero resistance cops then told me later that he was silent the whole car ride. Refusing to pay for a lawyer the state issued me, The shorter guard that didn't identify me grabbed my bag and started pulling items from it. One of the items was a black laptop with white bold words "Provided by Jameson And Reiner Law." and the other item was a pair of old rustic scissors that looks incredibly dull. The guard rummaging my bag looks at me while he is holding the unusual looking scissors.

"You can't bring items that can pose a threat to the prison." He scuffs at me.

"No its ok I got permission from the judge, apparently this thing cant even cut paper let alone leave a scratch." I clarify as I gently grab the scissors from his had and press is on my wrist. Using all my strength like I have seen been demonstrated to me before I press it so hard and making like a slicing motion. Only for the mysterious scissors to leave no mark on my body what so ever. The guard amused nods his head allowing my items that I brought to be obtained by me again. As I was lead to another hallway into a room where I would soon meet my client.