15

Aiden drowsily runs her fingers through her hair, her mouth wide open, yawning. She sits up straight and sweeps the few strands of hair behind her ears, her brows meet as she feels the textile around her palm. She moves her hand to her view, a smile sweeps across her lips as she examines the bandage tied with a neat bow around her knuckles. She unties the uncomfortable aid and strolls to the washroom.
The crispy golden-brown sandwiches pop out the toaster. Riley sets the sandwiches on the plate and removes the grizzling omelette from the heated pan. The other companion, sausages joins the plate. He claps and sets everything on the table along with a glass of grape juice. He sits and fixes his gaze on the guest room door. The next minute he looks away as the door of the room opens. He scratches the back of his neck and steals a glance at Aiden, who walks to him.
She sits and begins to have her meal, almost about to finish her portion.
 "Aren't you eating?" She finally faces him.
He moves his gaze down to her hand. "You removed it,” he asks, taking a sip of the grape juice.
Aiden nods in reply, she licks her thumb. "The bandage is exaggerating." she chuckles softly.
He nods, and begins to eat.
"Thanks," she states, grasping his attention, he looks straight. The corners of his lip spread ear to ear.
"No problem," he replies with a wide grin.
"How's your wound, does it still hurt?"
"I'm doing great, yeah," he scratches the back of his neck. "Fabulous," he blurts.
Aiden does the dishes and wipes her hands. She walks out the dining room and stops in her tracks as she notices Riley who walks out his room dressed up. She gazes at him from top to bottom, unusual of his presence in the outfit. He looks different with the navy blue suit; it's buttoned up where only the top three buttons of the inner white shirt is visible along with a blue tie.
"Let's leave," he flicks his finger excitedly.
"Where to?"
"To visit a place," he claps.
He hides his hands in the trousers’ pockets and leans against the wall. He continues "From today, I'm officially starting to work. Let's visit the prison and take over the case as the trial is after a couple of days,” he lifts his chin up in pride his orbs settled at the corner of his eyes viewing at Aiden.
"Oh,"
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The car comes to a halt outside the large walls, they get out of the car and walks to the gate. Riley climbs the single stair where the small cabin is situated at the entrance by the end of the gate, one officer in there. He pulls out his attorney card from his suit's pocket and displays it to the officer, the card which was printed by his father when he first started to be an official lawyer and got to attend a trial.
Riley stands by the window watching outside at the non-busy road. He adjusts the collar of his shirt and turns around. He walks to the table, the only furniture available in the gray room. He takes his seat beside Aiden, and leans forward resting his elbows on the table. He places his chin on the back of his palm. His inner self feeling uneasy at the thought of his responsibilities from today onwards. Aiden stays unlike him. Her eyes glued to the door waiting till it opens.
"Tensed?" She breaks the silence abruptly; Riley faces her immediately as she averts her gaze to him as well.
"Yeah," he exhales and sits upright. "I'm afraid if we lose the trial," his voice comes low, his mind focused on what would happen if he fails.
"You know," Aiden says "You sound exactly like your dad," she smiles as her mind recalls the day when Mintz was worried about failure. "It is okay to be worried about it," the corners of her lips slightly spreads. "But we will win," she states her voice stern and dry.
Riley looks at her for a while, his eyes observing her in a way like he is searching for something, he chuckles. "You are a typical kickass heroine," he says as he looks away from her.
The door of the room creeks open. They look in the direction to the person they've waited for, wanders in. His dull eyes watching them suspiciously as he strolls to the table dragging his left injured foot. He examines the two strangers and takes his seat opposite to them, puzzled.
"Hello," Riley stands and leans forward. He hands over his card to the person opposite to him.
"Would you consider changing your lawyer, Mr Philip," he asks politely, plastering a smile on his face.
Philip glances at him and reads the card, his brows meet when his mind reads out the name. "Mintz?" He looks straight facing Riley questionably.
"Yes," Riley nods. "The person who was killed in the accident is my father." He declares calmly.
Aiden looks at Riley and back at Philip.
Philip's body stiffens, the around him tenses as he stares at Riley.
"We know that you didn't drive," Aiden interrupts.
"What made you think that?" Philips asks in a low voice.
"Because I saw the driver," she replies dryly as she moves forward "And I know that you didn't want to frame Mr.Mintz about bribing, you were his client, right?"
Mintz's case was closed as Philip declared his action and explained the reason why he killed Mintz. He announced that he opened a lawsuit regarding his son's death with Mintz and later he forced him to pay him a large sum of money or he would turn the case.
Philips stays silent , his heart aches in betrayal. "Yes," he nods and lowers his head. "My son was murdered for writing an article about Lawyer Tira," he looks straight facing the two opposite to him.
 He is aware of what will happen if he tells them the truth but he cannot hold back anymore, feeling guilty.
As betrayal is more powerful than fear.
He takes a deep breath in. "She works for the owner of the Aims."
"Tira," Riley repeats. "Isn't she your lawyer?" He confirms.
"Yes, she is my lawyer."
"You know the boss," Riley questions, anxious.
"No, not many know about him,"
"Why did they frame you for dad's murder?"
"I don't know but I obeyed their orders because my wife was held hostage." He lets out a sigh and continues "I'm sorry I can't help because I should do this to keep her safe."
"Will you agree if I promise you to keep your wife safe?" Aiden asks. "And we will get you out of here," she confirms.
"Will you?" Philip asks, his brows dragged down in despair.

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