Jake sat across from you in the cold, sterile conference room, his expression serious and professional. He was your lawyer, and this was the first time you had met in person after your case had been handed over to him. You were nervous, the weight of the situation pressing on your shoulders, but Jake’s calm demeanor seemed to offer a strange sense of reassurance.

He flipped through the papers in front of him, eyes scanning each document with practiced precision. “We’ll make sure we have all the evidence we need, and I’ll handle the negotiation with the prosecution.” Jake said, his voice steady and authoritative.