"I cannot wait for this day to end,"
she thought as she walked through the front door and into her Soho loft.
It was finally the end of a long week -- her first week as an Associate, with an opportunity to make Junior Partner within three years, at Pierce and Partners LLP, one of the fastest growing International Law firms on the East coast. Although she was more than capable of handling the position, she was still a little surprised she had gotten the job. It was the first real job she'd had after law school, since she'd spent the last three years, after graduating from NYU, traveling the world and attempting to find herself, a choice her parents had never been too approving of -- but then again, besides graduating third in her class at the NYU law school, there wasn't much she'd done in her life that they had approved of.
All week, she had worked hard to make a good impression on the Senior Partners. When she'd accepted the job, she'd set her mind on advancing in the firm as quickly as possible. She'd already wasted three years of her life, trying to escape her future. At first, she'd only decided upon law school to gain the approval of her parents, instead of pursuing a career as a foreign correspondent, like she'd always wanted. Now, it was her chance to prove that she could do all the things -- live the life -- her parents had always wanted her to. If nothing else, she had to prove to herself that she could do this. Unfortunately, the one person she needed to impress -- Jacob Pierce, the brain behind the firm, and the reason it was quickly becoming the new firm to beat, not only in New York City, but on the entire East coast. Unfortunately, upon being hired, she'd been informed that although Mr. Pierce was looking forward to meeting with her, he was in Senegal for two weeks, working on one of the firm's high-profile cases.
As usual, the first thing she did when she walked into her apartment was place her keys and purse on the dark mahogany console table in the foyer, before removing her coat and hanging it up in the coat closet. Next, she walked into her bedroom, stopping briefly at her bedside table to press play on her answering machine, before proceeding to the bathroom in order to let her hair down and remove her makeup.
"You have five new message," the automated voice resonated through her previously quiet apartment.
*Beep*
"Jess, it's Jase. I was wondering if you were up for dinner tonight. I know you've had a long week, but I think there's a lot we need to talk about. I asked Amanda to marry me last night....and she said yes! Look, I know you've never really liked her -- and you're my little sister -- you know I really care about what you think. But Jess, I really do love her -- I really want this to work so please come to dinner with us tonight. I need you to do this for me. I have a nine thirty reservation at
L'amour
-- that French place we ended up at for Mom's birthday, last year.
Anyways, I'm heading home early tonight -- around six or so, I think. I thought I'd surprise Amanda and we'd go out for a celebratory drink before dinner -- so give me a call there if you can't make it tonight. Otherwise, I'll see you tonight, kiddo."
*Beep*
"I cant' believe this!"
