Chelsea Walker Creative Writing

The sun was blazing on a typical summer mid afternoon day in San Francisco. Chelsea Walker worked as a lawyer on level 12 in a building for a firm. Her desired was placed next the window allowing the sun to shine through the window giving only one arm a tan. She could view of all of the gutless taxis and local traffic driving around like fish out of water below her. Miss Walker could here the horns of the cars being viciously beeped as well as people yelling …Taxi…Taxi.

Frustrated Chelsea was getting as she focus and started to repeatedly pressing the keyboard buttons on her slick, matte grey MacBook. As the sun disappeared suddenly behind the large clouds she got a whiff of the burning candles on one of her workmates strawberry birthday cake,

She started to think to herself, that could be her, she could have a photo on the wall for everyone to look at. Miss Walker noticed that John West and his manager were already in the interview room, at exactly 5 o’clock. Chelsea made sure she looked perfect in the glass window reflection. She fixed her navy blue blazer pulled down her matching skirt, flattened her sticking out baby hairs in her tight high pony tail and made sure her black stiletto heels were nice and shiny. Confidently she walked into the interview.

“Good evening, I'm Chels-“

“Thank you, we know. I would like to make this quick because John has an appointment for a massage at half past. Here is all the evidence the FBI has on John.” Instructed Johns manager, Michael as he handed Chelsea a booklet of paper. “Johns hearing is on the 13th of August, 9 o’clock in the morning and here is my card call me if there is anything you need to talk more about.”

It instantly clicked for Chelsea why she had been given the case. John just needed to some to represent him and speak for him at court. Michael was was going to do the rest for him. Miss Walker was someone that would let people walk over her so that's why she asked or now she believes recommended to take the case. She was left

Lost for word and thoughts. She didn't know what else to do except for looking over the evidence and start to build a case defending Mr West. Chelsea got up with the booklet in her hand and walked to her desk and started to build a case to defend Mr West. It was dark and dim outside. Chelsea could see all the car lights, beeping in all different directions like a light show. She could see all the paparazzi’s flashing camera lights as Mr West and his manager walked towards an outstretched luxury vehicle with intricate detail on the outside, with tinted windows and bulky tires. Mss Walker couldn't get distracted. She had to focus. Chelsea only had four days to the court