Blac Lawyers of Canada

"It's not easy being a black man in Calgary," said Omar Stephenson, and the big and tall black man looked out the window of his office, located on the seventh floor of the Nettles Bridge Building, in downtown Calgary. For a brief moment, Omar wondered what would happen if he jumped out the window. Would the lawyers at Vicente, Tremblay & Waterson even take a break from billing the hours? Nope, probably not. They wouldn't be the top legal sharks of Canada if they did...

Located within a few blocks of Calgary City Hall, the Nettles Bridge Building houses several corporations, a shopping mall, a food court, and it is also the headquarters of Vicente, Tremblay & Waterson, the largest law firm in Canada. Omar Stephenson is one of eighteen black lawyers working for the eight-hundred-person law firm. Not a day goes by that some white dude or white lady, usually one of those born with a silver spoon up their keister, didn't remind Omar that he didn't belong. Microaggressions can be a motherfucker. Isn't life grand?

Omar Stephenson made two hundred and thirty thousand dollars after taxes last year, and lives in a nice condo in Northeast Calgary. He drives a silver Volkswagen Passat, and lives the good life. Not bad for a twenty-seven-year-old brother who grew up poor in the harsh environs of Kingston, Jamaica, before his family got lucky and moved to North America. Omar is a successful attorney at Canada's top law firm. He's arrived. He's made it. So why does Omar hate his life and his job so damned much?

When Omar Stephenson arrived in the City of Calgary, Alberta, he was just a young man with a dream. He was born in the City of Kingston, Jamaica, and spent half his life in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. Omar came to Canada as an American citizen, after screwing up during his first year at Northeastern University. Basically, he got kicked out. The brother did too much drinking and partying at one of America's finest schools, so his fed up parents Alexander and Anne-Marie Stephenson sent him to stay with his uncle Harold in Calgary.

Upon arriving in the City of Calgary, Omar decided that he didn't like the place. The young Jamaican-American student had vacationed in Canada plenty of times, but he and his folks usually went to Ottawa or Toronto. The City of Calgary seemed bleak to Omar, who liked Toronto's vastness, diversity and culture. The folks in Calgary were trying too hard to be like American rednecks, the kind of folks found in places like Texas or Wyoming or something. Nope, Omar didn't like the place.

"Listen up, Al, you're here to make something of yourself, if you're not man enough, Calgary will chew you up and spit you out," said Uncle Harold, within hours of Omar's arrival at his townhouse. Omar had only met Uncle Harold a few times. The short, stocky Jamaican dude with the silver goatee and intense eyes had seemed jolly when Omar and his parents met up with him in Toronto a few years back. The dude seemed almost scary right about now, and Omar wasn't having it.

"Duly noted," Omar replied, wondering what he got himself into. Living under Uncle Harold's roof, Omar slowly adjusted to life in the City of Calgary. He enrolled at the University of Calgary, where the local ladies were enamored of his Boston accent and all-American swagger. Omar had lost his Jamaican accent ages, though he was still fluent in Jamaican patois and remained proud of his culture. Omar stayed focused on school, his grades improved, and three years later, he graduated from the University of Calgary with honors. How about that?

"We are so proud of you," said Omar's parents, as they dined with him, and Uncle Harold, at the townhouse on the afternoon following his graduation. Omar looked at his folks and smiled. He'd always been hard-headed and unlucky, in spite of his brilliance, so success took a lot of hard work. Omar nodded respectfully at Uncle Harold, the stoic old man who supported ( and scolded ) him as he busted his hump at the University of Calgary. Yes, this was a good day, and one of Omar's finest moments...

After graduating from the University of Calgary with an honors degree in Criminology, Omar Stephenson enrolled at the University of Alberta Faculty of Law. The brother spent the next three years busting his hump, and graduated among the top five percent of his law class. Like any recent grad with a law degree, Omar busied himself looking for a law firm to work, while hitting the books in preparation for the Bar Exam. Omar passed the Bar Exam on the first try, and got hired by the good folks of Vicente, Tremblay & Waterson.

When Ellen Parsons, the managing recruiter from Parsons Staffing Solutions, contacted Omar Stephenson on behalf of Vicente, Tremblay & Waterson, he thought she was kidding. Surely these legal titans didn't want little old Omar? Oh well, stranger things have happened. Omar Stephenson had heard about them, like any aspiring lawyer within Canada's borders, but he decided to do his research anyways. Omar Stephenson wore his best suit and his best smile when he went to meet with Gerald Villeneuve, senior partner of Vicente, Tremblay & Waterson.

Vicente, Tremblay & Waterson was founded in 1915 by Leonard Vicente, Jean-Pierre Tremblay and Samuel James Waterson. They were three buddies who met in law school and decided to create their own firm. They couldn't afford rent in Toronto, and decided to open up their boutique law firm in Calgary instead. Over a century later, the once-tiny firm has grown to become the largest and most powerful law firm in all of Canada. Omar Stephenson thought it was an honor to be recruited by them, and vowed to never let them down. Of course, once Omar started working there, reality hit him like a ton of bricks...

"Omar, it is a pleasure to have you among our new associates, we are a family here at Vicente, Tremblay & Waterson," said Gerard Villeneuve, a tall, silver-haired Quebecer with a McGill tie, clad in a suit that Omar couldn't afford. Omar nodded at the senior partner and shook his hand. He'd been given a tour of Vicente, Tremblay & Waterson's offices, which were spacious, and looked quite neat. He'd seen the other lawyers in passing, hundreds of well-dressed men and women, most of whom were white, and all somewhere between twenty and sixty years old. In Canada, high-powered lawyers don't play...

"I look forward to working with you, sir," Omar replied, and Gerard Villeneuve smiled at him the way a wolf smiles at a rabbit. Over the next year, Gerard, in his capacity as managing partner, made Omar's life hell. As a rookie lawyer at a big firm, Omar faced a sharp learning curve. Not every lawyer is cut out to be a courtroom brawler, and since Omar wanted to do criminal law, he had a lot to learn. Omar lost twenty pounds since he got hired, and not due to exercise or dieting. The weight loss came from stress, sleepless nights, loss of appetite, and more stress. Ah, the life of a high-powered attorney...

While dining at Subway one of those rare lunches that he didn't take at his office, Omar met a young woman whom he would never forget. A tall, curvy young Somali woman named Hodan "Danni" Ahmed. Danni was studying criminal justice at Mount Royal University, as it turns out, and this became a point of conversation between her and Omar on their first meeting. Omar found Danni gorgeous and smart, and they exchanged numbers. That's how it all began...

"Omar, you're living the dream, I want to be a lawyer too," Danni told him, as they walked out of the Odeon Cineplex, after watching the hit movie Midsommar. Omar looked at Danni, who looked gorgeous in a red turtleneck shirt, blue jeans and sneakers, her long dark hair tucked away under a crimson Hijab. Danni reminded Omar of the Hollywood actress and singer Alicia Keys, only younger and with a bigger ass. Omar smiled, wondering if Danni knew the real-life hell that practicing lawyers endure...

"Danni, it's not all it's cracked up to be," Omar said with a slight shake of his head, and Danni poked him in the ribs. Omar laughed, and they went to the nearby mall, to grab some Chinese food. Hodan "Danni" Ahmed was beautiful, smart, and great company. Omar didn't know much about Somali culture but he knew that ladies from that culture seldom associated with men from other cultures. Omar knew he should consider himself lucky that a beautiful Somali gal took a chance on him. A brother got to play his cards right under the circumstances...

"Omar, you're a black man in Canada, it's never going to be easy, but I believe in you," Danni said firmly. Omar looked at Danni, this lovely young African Muslim woman who was full of surprises. Impulsively, Omar grabbed Danni's hand and brought it to his lips. Danni blushed, laughed and pulled away. Omar, thinking he'd offended her, gently reached for her arm, but Danni batted his hands away. Moving quickly, Danni totally got into Omar's personal space, and then she kissed him. How about that? The conservative and reserved African Muslim lady kissed the wild Jamaican man!

"Hmm, your lips taste sweet," Omar told Danni, once they came up for air. Danni grinned, and then, hand in hand, they walked out of the mall. That's how it all began between Omar Stephenson and Hodan "Danni" Ahmed. They fell in love while shopping, dining, strolling and making out all over the City of Calgary. With Danni by his side, Omar began to see Calgary as a lovely place, rather than a dead end. They even attended the Stampede together, an event he'd avoided ever since he moved to Alberta from Massachusetts. How cool was that?

Omar remembered the night he and Danni made love for the first time, eight weeks after they met. The Somali gal made a brother wait but she was worth it. They'd gone to the movies, and then went home to his loft, and that's when the magic happened. One minute Danni was leaning against Omar on the couch, and the next she was sitting on his lap and placing his right hand on her thick ass and the left hand on her boobs. Damn, the Somali sister was horny, and a certain Jamaican brother better be ready to deliver...

"Make love to me," Danni demanded as she sat astride Omar, and he grinned and nodded. They slipped out of their clothes, and explored each other's bodies. Omar admired Danni's tall, curvy and sexy body. He kissed her lips and caressed her breasts before sucking on them. Danni sighed happily as Omar fingered her pussy, and then he laid her on the couch and knelt before her. Omar looked up at Danni and smiled before kissing her sex, and then he buried his face between her legs. Just like that, Omar began eating Danni's sweet pussy...

"You taste wonderful," Omar paused to tell Hodan "Danni" Ahmed as he ate her pussy like a champ. Danni let out a happy sigh, and rubbed her erect nipples as Omar ate her out. The young Somali woman spread her thick thighs invitingly as her lover worked his magic on her. The Jamaican brother knew his way around a vagina and ate her out like a hungry man. Omar sucked on Danni's clit and fingered her pussy, working three digits inside of her before adding a fourth. Danni squealed in delight as Omar did his thing, and he was just getting started...

"Fuck me," Danni said in a husky, sexy voice, as she got on all fours and shook her thick Somali ass for Omar. The brother grinned and nodded as though hypnotized as he came up behind his lady. Danni grinned as Omar playfully smacked her big ass and then rubbed his hard dick against her. With a swift thrust, Omar buried his hard dick inside Danni's pussy. Danni moaned deeply and began grinding her ass against Omar's groin, driving him deeper inside of her. She hadn't gotten dicked down in a while, and this was just what she needed...

Omar and Danni made passionate love for hours, and only stopped when the forces of exhaustion claimed them. Lying next to the slumbering Danni, Omar felt happy and at peace for the first time in ages. Hodan "Danni" Ahmed didn't care that Omar was a high-powered attorney making six figures. She liked him for him. Omar wanted to be with Danni always. Next time his folks were in town, Omar intended to introduce them to Danni. Yeah, Omar had it all figured out...

Omar Stephenson's problems came from his job at Vicente, Tremblay & Waterson, where lying, cheating, stealing and backstabbing are considered virtues rather than vices. Omar remembered being shocked when the firm got rid of Max Johnson, the only black man among the senior partners. Omar liked Max Johnson, the powerful black Canadian legal scholar who was always nice to him, and once invited him to dine with him and his wife at his stately residence in south-end Calgary. Max Johnson had worked at the firm for nearly thirty years and they kicked him out like yesterday's garbage. The firm was racist, among other things, and Omar didn't like it, pure and simple.

"I've got to leave this place," Omar resolved, and with that resolution in mind, he gathered his belongings. Around six o'clock that evening, Omar left the firm, and headed home. He went online and began looking for another job. He had enough money in the bank to last for months without needing to work. Maybe Omar would do some pro bono work, for a change. Omar could see himself representing poor minority types who were hapless when facing the big bad and very white justice system. Yeah, Omar needed to be elsewhere, anywhere but within the walls of Vicente, Tremblay & Waterson, the law firm from Hell.

Omar Stephenson headed home, and figured he'd wait till tomorrow to call his managing partner to announce his resignation. He'd already cleared out his desk. Tomorrow Omar would notify his parents, and his uncle, and his girlfriend of his change of heart and change of employment. Hopefully they'd be happy for him. A black man with a law degree and plenty of experience choosing to walk away from a wealthy white law firm to represent the little guys in front of the big bad justice system. It's a heroic thing to do, and Omar always wanted to be a hero. Finally, Omar is free to be his own man...