Work in the law firm progressed without further incident. Josh and I still and sex on occasion, mostly drunk late at night, but I was generally too busy for a relationship. And I didn't know who I was, I didn't like the girl I was becoming. Two guys, two really great guys in twenty five years, and all of a sudden, I'm a call girl for this confident prick. But the fact that we kept hooking up made kept me up some nights wondering what was the matter with me.
Work at a law firm is boring. First rate, I studied all my life for this, welcome to a lifetime of homework (really bad homework) boring. The name of the game is client development. If you can be the person who brings in the clients, you don't have to know anything about the law. You have the client who has the work who you give to some associate. The associate gets a cut, but you take home the real money. So every young attorney is always chomping at the bit to get exposure to clients, so they can be a rainmaker.
So, last week I was slaving away, when one of the partners in my group tells me I'm going to a client dinner that night. I'm really excited. We did products liability defense for a manufacturing company, and one of the products partners who I didn't know had asked that I attend. I'm in a corporate group, who does IPO filings and such, so this was a bit odd, but the partner in my group said we were looking to get some of their corporate work and I would be a good fit.
I showed up in a professional jacket, and skirt, my "go anywhere and look sexy professional" look. I'm rounding the corner into the lobby when I see him, and I realize my life has taken a drastic turn. The mysterious partner who requested I attend this evening is Josh's boss. The same boss whose office Josh and I snuck into one weekend to have sex, who caught us in the office, who we lied to and said I was a callgirl for Josh's birthday, who threw money at me, who I gave a blowjob and then let fuck me on his desk before he fucked, and came in my ass.
Other than Josh's boss, there are five of the most powerful attorneys at the firm and a handful of other associates. I introduced myself to the group, and although my bravado was contained in my pounding chest, didn't sense anything remarkable. We made small talk and then three limos showed up. The client was a middle aged Asian man, we shook hands. A partner handed out name tags, which had limo number on them, first to the associates, then to the other partners. He handed mine to me first, and I headed for the purple limo in front.
I sat alone in the plush interior of the limo, heart racing, worried Josh's boss might recognize me, vaguely concerned I didn't know very much about the clients business. I figured I'd listen on the ride to dinner, and hope to glean enough information to fake it the rest of the night. I glance out the window, and notice most of the others were already in limos, and that I was alone, and my pulse quicked. But then an attractive Asian associate from my firm (who I'd seen but did not know) climbed into the limo. I saw the client and another partner headed to our limo and realized they invited us because we were attractive young women, and they thought the client would enjoy looking at us. I'm not above using my body to get ahead, and had no problem with it.
The partner stuck his head in the limo and said "Be nice to Mr. Yoto." The partner walked to another limo, and Mr. Yoto got it. He sat next to the Asian associate and smiled. He reached out his hand, "Hello, Jen." The Asian associate, Jen shook his hand and smiled. She was exquisite. He leaned to me, "I don't think I've had the pleasure." We shook hands. "Jess. Pleased to meet you." The car started moving.
"What do you know about our business?" Showtime, I thought, I can B.S. with the best of them.
"Manufacturing, very good financials, very promising quarter, trending up next year." I figured we weren't putting the full court press on a failing company.
