Do you think my wife likes women?

Cathleen drove her car out into the busy streets of Manhattan. The only thing she was wishing for was rain. She had never had a case in Manhattan before, and ever since people had heard of a celebrity lawyer, they had wanted to hire her for their own cases. Hiring Cathleen wasn't cheap. She had never lost a case, not even once. This court case was a tough one, but for her, it was more of a debut in Manhattan, which was soon going to be her playground.

Cathleen had rules when it came to what she tried to get done. No mobile phones unless it's part of the evidence; only witnesses and a limited number of family members; and she hated the media as they wanted to know who the celebrity lawyer was.

Cathleen pulled up in the car park of the High Court and sighed as she sat in her car; paparazzi were all over the place. Just when Cathleen didn't know how she was going to get into the High Court without being noticed, the raindrops started to fall like stones, and the sound of the crashing wav