Were You Suppose to Defend Me

Lately I've been receiving mails addressed to my lawyer. Now, I know it sounded so fancy and status-y for me to have a lawyer of my own. I would think she's a personified superhero called "The Intimidator", whose life-long purpose is to protect normal netizens from plagarising bastards vis-a-vis defend ordinary citizens against con artists. Her powers: a pen (the ink creates a lasso to bind you to a contract rendering you temporarily helpless),a paper (it's a shield that when slammed to your face will stun you, especially when she shouts the word "Subpoena!", makes you cringe with fear) , and a defensive mouth to seek the truth, to twist the truth, to seek the loophole in the legal system that will make you -- the innocent client -- run into the world free from persecution, free from guilt, but not free from the service. You know, I'm not making sense here anymore.

I can only imagine this person to be like a 24-hour servant around the house whose ready and willing to respond to my house calls like, "Hey S, a little help here, someone's trying to cheat me" or "Think you can sue this up?" But going back to my first sentence, I wonder if she has suddenly moved office and has gone and scammed me instead (gee, i hope not). I don't understand why, for all the services I paid, she returns the favor by giving me the needless task of writing a 'return to sender' to every letter going to her. I don't know about this but it has led me to think that something sketchy is going on.