1 - Addison
I love my job, but you sure as hell need to have tough skin to work here.
I've never wanted to be the boss and carry too much responsibility but, I strived to be somebody's damn good assistant one day.
Landing this job has been a huge accomplishment. Being a paralegal fulfilled my goals and ambition but, what they didn't mention to you in your post secondary golden years was how much people in this industry can be total assholes.
Not to mention - completely full of themselves.
Sometimes I catch myself daydreaming of how easy life used to be in college. No worries besides needing to hand in some papers on time but at least I got to party once in a while and let my reckless side out more often than not.
Now, it feels like I focus on nothing more than doing my job to the best I can and making money to be able to afford my bills in this damn city.
I haven't been in this firm for very long so I do feel like I still have something to prove and that's why I am pushing myself to focus on work so much.
I have to be honest with you, your girl could use a break.
A good night out where I don't have to worry about my job and being somewhere new.
I am not a city grown woman, I come from a small town and even throughout college went to a smaller known area although, that was even a big change.
Landing this position made me move into the city fast after my placement at a different firm. I feel like I had to leave everything behind to grasp this opportunity so, a lot of the times when I get moments alone to myself I love fantasising about leaving my new worries behind. Wash down a couple glasses of my favourite wine to catch the courage to hunker down a sexy stranger for the night and feel my stress leave my body through a tingling orgasm.
Maybe I am really putting too much work on my mind because even focusing on the idea of having an orgasm for a split second instead of my pro bono case I need to get done, those few words got me more hot and bothered than I've been in a month.
This case is one that I think I will remember forever. It is going to be my last forceful pro bono case which means, if I win I'll get a massive party thrown for me as well as a promotion because I have not lost one yet since I have been here.
Not only am I excited for this because it is a big deal, I am also the youngest female lawyer to do this at this firm.
Yes, maybe this all is causing me to be a little more stressed than usual and it may be the reason why a lot of my coworkers are huge d-bags at the time but, I am also being so hard on myself to continue a standard and keep myself humbled.
This case has been progressively easy to take care of so far and it isn't a hard one for me to win. My only issue is that my client is a child and I have had no face to face contact with the father who is to be getting full custody. Due to his incarceration.
All of the communication has been done through the system workers and my coworker who is working on her fathers case.
Situations like this are sticky. My client, Ruby who I will be representing has been placed in legal custody of child services due to dependency issues.
Her mothers parental rights were terminated at an early time and are not in the picture at all anymore. As I mentioned earlier, her father is incarcerated.
This doesn't leave me feeling great about leaving this little girl in his hands but, it may be better than going through the system.
I do know some insight into his case through my coworker and best friend, Natali. She got me this pro bono so we could work alongside one another and make sure everything is done correctly for the family.
Natali has told me that her client has been charged with gang related incidents that he vehemently denies.
Just like anyone would in his position.
On a good note, the charges have been dismissed. Ruby's father is scheduled for release the day before her court case which he is expected to show up at in three days.
I have until then to finalise my negotiation with the district attorney for custody to be changed back to the father and for them to give adequate time for him to get his accommodations back up and running.
In court, I'm also trying for him to be compensated for wrongful imprisonment although, I'm not sure if I'll be able to get that far.
Natali and I are meeting up at my place after work for us to celebrate the closing of her case and for her to give me some "liquid courage" to push my hardest for mine.
Although, I cannot drink too much tonight because I have my meeting with the district attorney in the morning and the rest of the day to put the case together.
I usually like to give myself the last day before court to just relax and destress (if time permits).
As I finished up my confirmation email for tomorrow morning, I sent Natali a message saying that I'll meet her at my place in an hour. I usually wait for her on the bottom floor since she is a couple floors above me (big shot) in the building but, today I want to head home.
I need to shower and clean up to feel comfy with my glass of red.
I grab the rest of my things and tuck my jacket under my arm since it is pretty warm out now. As I start my walk toward the elevator I notice one of the lawyers from Natalis floor walking straight toward me, fixing his professionally dry cleaned navy blue jacket suit.
"All eyes on you this week Ms. go-getter Parker." He says walking closer to me, his eyes looking down at my body.
"Just call me Addison, and well, I guess they are. Not just everyone around here sets new industry standards." I say as he stops in front of me to chat. "What was your name again? Jack?"
"It's Jake but to you," he rests his pointer finger under my chin and slides it off when I look him in the eyes. "it's, Mr. Wright. Until you level up to a floor that isn't still in its teenage years, you'll always call me by that name."
Classic lawyer jab that only bothers people that are obsessed with their work image.
As Mr. "right" turns away to keep walking past me an urge comes over me to need to know what he is even doing down here.
"What makes a successful man like yourself come down here? From your floor I think they would call that 'cradle robbing' going off of your previous reference."
Shocked by my response, "oh Ms. Parker, your jokes are all fun and games but I am actually here to meet with this gentleman about one of his upcoming meetings." He says sticking his hand behind me to where the elevators are.
I turn around and to my disbelief, the district attorney is coming out of the elevator.