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I hereby proof that my client is innocent of the proposed crime. With my evidence all put out to the court, the judge ruled to my favour.
My client was very happy, she gave me a hug and insisted on increasing my pay. She was an escort, wrongfully accused of stealing from her customer.
I spared her some jail time because I clearly understood where she's coming from.
I'm not innocent either. I have a story of my own.
Before my college days, I left home after graduating high school. I wanted to be an accountant. I loved numbers, I love money and I loved the idea of being that woman that always ruled out the bank checks. Daddy was an accountant too and I guess I wanted to be like him.
But anyway I ended up living a double life. I didn't want to go to college anymore I wanted to be free, travel and see the world. But of course I needed money for that. Dad cut me off after my decision to quit school. I became an escort a kind of special mistress to Mr Edwardo. he loved me, at least I thought he did. He took care of my needs and got my whatever I desired. I had designer bags and shoes, fast cars and loaded credit cards. I was living the life. I travelled anywhere with him. I was on his private yatch, private jet, private room. It was fabulous until it happened.
I had to run for my life. Mr Edwardo searched everywhere for me. I thought that was the end of the road for me. He had all his men looking for me. I was accused of stealing his diamond. but I only left when he hit me. I only took my teddy bear, the one he got for me and told me to never leave without it.
I never stole any diamond but I know he wouldn't believe me. Mr Edwardo never plays when it comes to his personal business. That diamond was worth millions. I only saw it once, the day it was delivered to him in a box of chips and chicken because he made me eat it afterwards .
I ran miles away from him. It was either that or my life. I didn't contact my family as well, I haven't spoken to them for years so it didn't matter anyway.
I got a call from the brothel I used to stay. One of girls had called, saying Mr Edwardo was dead. I was happy but sad. I could now live my life comfortably but I was sad because I never stole that diamond or so I thought. I cried so much that night, hugging my teddy so tight its head popped open and was shining.
I quietly picked up my file when the janitor coughed only then did I notice that the court room was empty.