A Literary License is an author's instrument for effective communication of their story. This is an instrument that permits a writer not to follow certain grammar, punctuation or spelling norms in order to generate a rhetorical impact.
My name is Cheryle "Cheri" I am Irish Catholic, Attorney, Singer-Songwriter thirty year old five-foot two with long red hair, blue eyes, single, bi-sexual womanπ
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I have volunteered at CVLS - Chicago Volunteer Legal Services, since I was still in law school, founded in 1964 it is the first and pre-eminent pro bono provider of legal services to those in need. CVLS is comprised of 2,100+ volunteer attorneys and law students who donate free services to thousands of low-income Chicagoans annually. For over 55 years, CVLS has built a strong relationship with Chicago's court system and judges. Judges in Probate, Chancery and Domestic Relations appoint CVLS to represent parties in complex litigation and to serve as guardian ad litem for children or disabled adults.
I offer my legal services pro bono through CVLS to woman in trouble, escaping abusive relationships, bad marriages, shoplifting, drunk driving. Giving advice and filing legal papers, handling divorces, helping then prepare for court appearances as well as many other things. Being a survivor my self gives me a special perspective, offering my services to women in need, is my way of giving back to the wonderful city I love.
Autumn and I were on our way to the annual CVLS fundraising cocktail party and dinner at the Waldorf Astoria Chicago Hotel, situated on the beautiful Lake Michigan shoreline, in the Sinclair Ballroom. Walking down the downtown streets dressed to kill in a Givenchy black dress with slinky black heels on my cute little feet, Autumn was dressed in a red Valentino dress with red pumps I had loaned her from my wardrobe.
Remembering how excited she was when I invited her to attend the event with me. Any successful attorney knows a successful law practice relies on personal relationships, charming clients, influencing and persuading others. I also tend to be investigative, which means I am quite inquisitive and curious about people in general.
I thought this event would be a good learning tool for my young intern and an opportunity for her to make contacts. We arrived at the Sinclair Ballroom on the east end of the fifth floor decorated with artful and graceful silk covered walls, coffered ceilings, with chandeliers and gold coast views from the outdoor terrace. Entering the giant ballroom packed with guest We took a couple glasses of champagne from a passing waiter this was a crowd of the rich and elite some of who I knew has they were clients of my law firm. We mingled making small talk, I emphasized my volunteer work at CVLS, giving back to the city, community I love and my work with abused woman.
We were on my third glass of champagne, flirting with some tech billionaire, hoping he write a big check. When they flickered the lights, to signal, for everyone to take their seats for dinner. We found our table, taking our seats, I'm sure Autumn felt like Cinderella. Dinner was exquisite, the conversation was fascinating, the group of eight at our table included, some of the most influential people in Chicago, and a former President.
Autumn my beautiful young intern was charming everyone she has a special way of making people feel comfortable and at ease. Sitting to my left I watched Autumn, amazed, at her charm and wit, watching her growth over the time she has worked with me gives me great satisfaction. The lady seated to my left, a widow, who had no escort, beautiful, refined, elegant, in her early forties I guessed, Elizabeth, explained her husband who founded a successful marketing company, which I knew was just sold for millions after he had died of a heart attack unexpectedly. I talked to her while Autumn charmed the rest of the table, Elizabeth had sad eyes, I could feel her pain and loss as she spoke to me in a soft voice.
Instinctively I put my hand on her thigh tenderly as she spoke to me in a comforting gesture. As my attention turned back to the rest of the table, I felt her hand clasp mine gently under the table, soft, delicate, she stroke my hand lightly with her thumb.