Ch. 01: Lurking Around
It is really cool to work at one of the best law firms of the world. Especially when you're young, enthusiastic and you're at least a bit interested in women. Because there are lots of them around here. They walk around here all day, bend over at the copy machine, they show their cleavage when they choose lunch at the cafeteria, and do stuff like that which make all the normal men crazy.
Yes, it's good to work here at Walden, Inc. And of course it needs a lot of sacrifice, self-discipline, concentration, teamwork and other shit like that. I got here right after my graduation at the university. I was really happy with my average diploma and didn't really know what to do with myself in life. So I answered a lot of job ads and after a series of job interviews, I started to work here, at one of the biggest law firm's of the country.
As every workplace, Walden, Inc. has its good and bad sides. It's good to work here because of the hot chicks, the relatively good salary and the chance of making independent decisions. But it's bad to work here because of the long and boring meetings, amateurish leaders and the horrible buffet.
And there are the overtimes. Man, I hate them. There is nobody else in the whole building, everything is extinct, like in a bad horror movie. And my boss chose me on my first week to stay here after the working hours to wait for an e-mail from Japan.
"We'll pay for every minute you spend here." he said after lunch, when I was planning my weekend already. "You just have to wait for the letter, print it, and stamp with our official stamp. Even an idiot could do it."
Now that was nice. I decided to send him to hell on an anonymous ranting site. Then I loosened my tie and poured myself another coffee.
As the afternoon went by, I got to be alone, soon. Everybody went home to spend quality time with their family or friends. Since I've been working here for a week only, I didn't know where to find stuff. The restroom on our floor had a break-down so I had to search for another for a long quarter hour. Everything was dark, all the other ones were at home, watching football, it was only me left here as a rookie and I had to wait for the official answer from our client in Japan. They think I've got nothing better to do...
When I got back to my office, I sat into my office chair. With a daring idea, I took off my shoes, then stretched my legs. I leaned back in my chair, and closed my eyes for a while. I thought over what is waiting for me at home: an empty fridge, a cold bed. If I consider it, it won't matter if I stay here for tonight.
I was startled by high heels' knocks. I straightened up and took my shoes on. It was about time: my door opened and Bonnie stepped in. She was a black-haired, cute, sexy woman. I had been working at the office for only a week but I quickly found out the whole department got a thing about her. She just had to drop something onto the floor, the colleagues were almost fighting each other to give it back to her. We talked for a few times with each other, but I didn't think I was good enough for her, so I didn't really care.
But now here she was, leaning to the door frame with gleaming eyes, and asked me in a trembling voice: