The Billionaire's Secretary (Billionaire's Series Book 1) by L.J. Love

firm very carefully and unlike what the police and your office have, they have been very precise. Mr. Caplan, do you have anything that you would like to present to me additionally at this time?”
    “Judge Remington,” Eric answered, “I believe that our counter evidence speaks for itself. I would however, like to clarify that our main objective is to have the present case against my client be completely dismissed and all charges dropped. We also feel that should this be agreed in our favor that all media correspondence by the police department regarding the case and my client cease immediately under threat of further legal action. If that can be agreed to, then we won’t press the defamation of character suit against the department and the D.A.’s office.”
    The judge took a sip of coffee from the steaming cup on his desk and cleared his throat.
    “The case is dismissed and all the evidence gathered is to be excluded and disregarded.”
    Mr. Grey jumped to his feet in protest but before he could say a word, Judge Remington stood from his seat and bellowed at him to sit down and be quiet.
    “The warrants were bogus, Mr Grey, unsigned and unauthorized. So before you open your mouth to say even one word, hear this. If your office or the police pull a stunt like this again, you’ll all be looking at time in a federal facility for obstruction. Further, I’ve decided to declare these proceedings a mistrial. It is plainly obvious to me that there is no evidence indicating that Mr. Guyton is guilty. His alibi should have excluded him from the very beginning. Unlike other factors implying that he was there, Mr. Guyton’s travel plans, travel documents, corroboration from colleagues and of course, the CNN World Business News interview he did, all prove that he was in Las Vegas at the time, attending the opening of the Hong Kong Engineering and Robotics show. This only exhibits the kind of shoddy, media-marketed investigation the police department has conducted and I’m rather surprised that the D.A.’s office got suckered along with it by propaganda from Hong Kong law enforcement. I’ll leave it to the Guyton & Lexington team if they want to press those defamation charges, but if police Chief Billingsworth – or anyone for that matter from the prosecuting team – even says “Hi” to a reporter about this case, they’ll be looking at time upstate for sure. Now go and don’t let me hear a word about this nonsense again. If he stole from the Chinese, that’s their problem, not mine.”
    Aurora left the courthouse elated. As she walked up to Rebecca, the woman could see that they had been triumphant.
    “Go on, tell me what the judge said.”
    “The charges have been dropped and he declared a mistrial.”
    Rebecca’s knees gave out from under her and she sat squarely on the courthouse steps. Aurora sat beside her; she felt as if she would faint from the pent up emotions that were devouring her. Rebecca produced a large Snickers bar from her purse, pulled back the wrapper and handed the first half to Aurora.
    Munching gratefully, she asked, “So what next, genius? Are we finally done?”
    “Not a chance. Rebecca, aren’t you enjoying yourself yet?”
    Rebecca looked at her puzzled. What could they possibly have left to do, apart from informing the Guytons and get back to work?
    “Something fishy is going on here, Rebecca and I don’t think I can leave it where it is. I have a feeling someone tried very poorly to frame Alan.”
    “Yeah, I do too. It’s just they never banked on him getting singled out for that interview in Vegas, huh? Did they?
    “Not at all. I’d say CNN made our case for us and here I was, thinking he was drinking and gambling the whole time he was there.”
    The two women sat shoulder to shoulder, smiling, but it wasn’t long before they knew it was time to let Mr. G. know the good news. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed Adrian’s number.
    “Adrian, I have great news about the