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Lady Edith
🕑 Added 2025-05-29 05:41:06 +0000 UTCRemember Lady Edith who made a really big scene at Personal Court Injury?
This is her prequel story with her talented Lawyer, Ms. Helen Lawson.
Ladies of the Upper Class are Dangerous (1) Edith vs her Nurse
Written by @Mabauterklamm
Resting her chin on her left hand, Helen Lawson scrolled through her bank statements. The total at the bottom of the page made the corners of her mouth twitch upwards for a fraction of a second. Then she opened a spreadsheet program, quickly typed in a few figures, added the appropriate formulas and her brow furrowed. That wasn't what she had set out to achieve this year.
Not that she was in the slightest danger of living in poverty or having to lower her standard of living. She didn't miss anything and certainly wouldn't have to do without anything in the future. But everyone needed goals in their lives. Some people strived for procreation and a happy family, others craved fame and recognition. And Helen liked it when her money increased. Some set their goals low, but Helen set hers high. And achieving her high goals gave her the feeling that she had spent her life wisely. But the figure she was aiming for this year did not meet her expectations at all.
She rubbed her pointed nose thoughtfully, which intensified the pinched expression on her face.
She had completed all her current assignments. And there was nothing more to do than to urge her assistant to keep the files up to date. But she could hardly charge anyone for that.
Should she really be forced to lower her fees in order to attract less-heeled clients?
She was good, she knew that. She was even very good. But that should also come at a good price... She didn't want to sell off her exceptional legal skills.
She ran her fingers thoughtfully through her hair, which didn't make her already dreadful hairstyle any worse, when her smartphone rang. As she saw who was calling, her face suddenly brightened: Lady Edith, an fifty-something of noble birth who desperately clung to the appearance of youth despite her biological age, had more money than brains and more hot-blooded temperament than tact. She was one of those clients who were always good for a big-paying case. Haughty, belligerent and rich as she was, she also resorted to Helen's services at special prices. Special prices that were particularly good for Helen.
Helen wiped the anticipation from her face. The smile felt too strange anyway. With a serious look, she accepted the call and made a note of the time. Time was running. And time was money.
“Hello Lady Edith, this is Helen Lawson! Are you all right?” she asked in a businesslike voice, hoping her question was to answered in the complete opposite way.
“Mrs. Lawson! There's been a tremendous catastrophe!” she heard Lady Edith's angry voice calling through her phone.
'Excellent,' Helen thought to herself, but said, “That's terrible. Would you like me to come to your estate? I could be there in fifteen minutes.”
“No, I won't be there for the next week at least. I'm seriously injured and in hospital.”
'That's even better!” Helen rejoiced. “Oh my goodness! That's terrible. Which hospital are you in?” she asked, trying to keep her voice calm and matter-of-fact. Thanks to years of experience, she managed it without any problems.
While Edith was telling her the hospital, Helen was already looking for it and then sighed theatrically. “Unfortunately, it's on the other side of town and the traffic jam is worse than ever today. It would probably take me over an hour to get to you.”
“I can't and won't wait that long,” Lady Edith snapped, audibly angry. “Besides, the doctors are planning to poison me.”
“Poison you?” Helen asked in surprise.
“They want to give me painkillers so I can rest,” Edith was indignant and then she groaned in agony. “Watch it you stupid maid!” she shouted at someone. It didn't sound as if Helen was meant.
“But Lady Edith, I am a trained nurse. Your casted leg must be placed in traction according to doctors' orders,” said a squeaky voice from the nurse, who could be heard to be terrified.
“But raised so high? My toes are almost touching the ceiling!”
“It's not that high, Lady Edith,” said the nurse, intimidated.
“Stop it, you stupid maid, and send a doctor here so I can complain about you. But someone competent, please!” scolded Edith.
“Lady Edith,” Helen intervened again. “If you want to speak to me as your lawyer, we need confidentiality. Please send the nurse away-”
“Go away, maid!” Edith immediately followed Helen's advice.
“Ma'am! I'll get in trouble with Dr. Laura if I don't do what she told me to do,” the nurse whined, her voice squeaking with panic.
“... and then please tell me how it happened that you broke your leg?” Helen tried to get Edith's attention again.
“I broke both legs,” Lady Edith cried, sniffling. And before Helen could say anything, she heard the nurse say carefully: “I'm afraid your right arm needs to be put in position too!”
“Don't touch me, you monster!” cried Lady Edith, before turning to Helen plaintively: . “And both my arms are broken, although the doctors say I only sprained my left wrist. Now I have two big casts on my poor legs and a big cast on my poor arm! And my neck! Whiplash! My neck is stuck in a neck brace. I can't turn my head or tilt my head. I practically can't move.” Lady Edith howled again and Helen imagined how the nurse had continued her job because she should be more afraid of the doctor's wrath than Lady Edith's. Or Edith had angrily tried to relieve her frustration by kicking the air with her plaster legs. Or Edith was simply frustrated because she couldn't continue to cherish her body, which she treated like a sanctuary. Helen imagined her lying in bed with tangled black hair and sparkling dark eyes, her subtly tanned skin mostly covered by chunky plaster casts.
Ka-Ching, it sounded in Helen's head.
“Lady Edith,” she said in a firm voice. “Are you in pain?”
“Tremendous pain! This monster is torturing me in front of my own eyes! You are my witness!”
“Lady Edith, please be reasonable and don't refuse the doctors' advice and the way they treat you! We'll discuss everything on the phone as soon as the nurse has left. All right?”
“Agreed, Mrs. Lawson. You are my salvation as always!” said Lady Edith, pressed. “Have you finally finished, maid? Yes, then get out of here and don't interrupt me for the next half hour. Understood?”
“Yes, ma'am!” the nurse said with a sigh and Helen could literally hear her rolling her eyes.
Half an hour? Excellent! Helen was already looking forward to a hefty fee.
“That torturer's gone at last, Mrs. Lawson!” Edith finally groaned.
“Good, best you start from the beginning!”
“From the beginning?” Edith seemed surprised. “Very well, if you say so!”
And then it just bubbled out of Edith, while Helen practiced half-muting her ears. She maintained a trained “partial attention” so that she could respond to the right cues with specific questions. She let Edith babble on for minutes at first, enjoying every minute of easy, good money. However, she also noticed that her client was more prone than usual to rambling descriptions and emphasizing seemingly unimportant details. Helen paused for a moment, made a note of the word “chatterbox” and listened.
She learned how Lady Edith had driven up the short but extremely steep winding road to her exclusive country club that morning in her brand-new midnight-black Porsche 911 Turbo S Cabriolet, a wickedly expensive car that Edith felt it was important to mention. The club was located in the first foothills of the mountains, surrounded by hills and forests, streams, lakes and a few bogs.
Her client had worn her immaculate riding uniform, tailored to her fabulous figure, where the knee-high boots alone were probably more expensive than all the clothes in Helen's closet put together. And this was despite the fact that Helen placed great value on quality, but not on luxury.
Edith wanted to ride out her new stallion “Rocky”, the undisputed crowning glory of a long breeding line and an animal that she had snatched from under her clubmate Evelyn's nose at an auction.
When Edith described Evelyn, it quickly became clear that she was an annoying rival as Edith hardly left a good hair on Evelyn's head. Her rival had worked her way up from a fitness girl to the seasoned mother of a stable of now grown-up children (businessmen, actors, singers, etc.) of one of the country's most influential civil servants. Rumor had it that she had impressed him in her native city Hong Kong when she had given her opponent a full body cast in a martial arts fight. It was also rumored that the skill of her tongue and her husband's fascination with her lean, hard body had immediately captivated him. But now, decades later, there didn't seem to be enough of her old fighting spirit left to outdo Edith.
And so Helen learned, and she immediately noted this in her excellent memory, that Edith had not only outdone Evelyn in extramarital flings and in doing so had stolen Evelyn's lover boy, who had just matured into a man. No, she had also seduced him - allegedly with her perfectly round bottom - and had used him to give her a valuable and apparently surprisingly tasteful necklace as a sign of his unconditional adoration, which he had received as a gift from Evelyn just a few days earlier.
When Evelyn had heard this news, the wrinkles around her dark eyes dug a few millimeters deeper into her lightly tanned skin and another part of her once silky black hair turned grey. Supposedly, she had first thrown a tantrum, and immediately afterwards suffered a broken wrist when she had angrily and with brute force delivered a karate chop to the heaviest punching ball in her private gym. Edith would have signed “Stand by your man” with satisfaction on Evelyn's black short arm cast with thumb enclosure.
When Edith arrived, Evelyn was sitting outside the clubhouse in the sunshine at one of the teak tables, together with someone in a wheelchair: Marisa, a once hot-blooded Latina with straight long black hair, a strong chin, full lips and dark sparkling eyes. Her tits, Edith was sure, had been artificially pumped up, her face and bottom tightened, so that her true age could only be vaguely guessed at. (A fact that probably applied to almost all members of the club, Helen assumed).
She was certainly older than 40 but probably younger than 50 and, being born into a wealthy industrial dynasty. Being sister of three older brothers who already ran the family business alongside their father, she had married a younger, no less successful businessman who had made his fortune with medical equipment such as wheelchairs..
Edith admitted to her that she was well educated and sporty. But doing sport was good form at the country club anyway. All the people whose BMI was over 22 were either able to intimidate mockers or left the club as soon as possible not being able to stand the body-shaming.
According to Edith, Marisa lacked ambition and was one of the typical “born runners-up” behind Edith. She had recently tried to run like Edith in shoes with extremely high heels and promptly broke her left ankle. Now this leg was in a pink fiberglass cast between her knee and toes. She had to miss her “leg day” workout and had hired a fitness trainer to push her around in her gilded wheelchair.
And then Edith told her about another woman called Lena. She was particularly disparaging about her because she couldn't understand how her application for admission could ever be approved. Lena was an upstart with no pedigree. A commoner, a plebeian whose family had never even been at the top of society before. They were better servants, like Lena's sister Laura, who would have been employed as a doctor at the hospital. Edith would know this very well, because Laura had set and plastered her broken bones and then had the audacity to claim that her left wrist was merely sprained and a tight bandage would suffice. And Lena herself would also have to... at this point Edith had uttered the following words in disgust... earn her own money by working. The foolish woman with the light blonde, shoulder-length hair and the light blue eyes that sparkled behind red-rimmed glasses had married some nobody in her wild youth, let herself be impregnated by him decades ago and had since divorced him. Helen stifled a yawn as Edith gushed that Lena was a disgrace to the exclusivity of her country club.
Fortunately, when Edith arrived, Lena was just about to leave. Edith hadn't noticed Lena's destination and so she only had to give the departing "office lady" a brief nod before stepping up to Marisa and Evelyn's table, where a bottle of champagne had just been uncorked and three glasses filled.
At this point, Lady Edith seemed to gasp for air for the first time and Helen politely allowed herself to ask if she could get herself a coffee.
She was not allowed to.
to be continued...
