Book 3: Chapter 72: Final Format
I stared at the elderly white-haired gnomess standing before me, my mouth agape with awe.
“You really did it?” I asked, my voice filled with hope.
“Of course I did!” She said smugly, holding up a manila envelope. “Who do you think I am?”
“Vanillatart of Muffin and Tart Attorneys at Law?”
“Damn straight!” She adjusted her blouse proudly. “If there’s a [Lawyer] in this city with half my winning caseload, I’ll eat my bonnet!”
And she had a big bonnet.
“I still can’t believe you managed to do it in a month.” I shook my head. “I thought it would take years!”
“What do you take me for, young dwarf? All the Ordinances were clear, and your own behaviour unimpeachable.” Vanillatart sniffed. “And with Harmsson pleading guilty, they had no choice but to accept my move to dismiss. You’re still on the hook for that mess, but that mess was what saved you in the end. I was able to get it to count as ‘in aid of the Crown’ and that did the ticket!”
I sighed. “Harmsson didn’t need to do that. He could’ve plead insanity or somethin’.”