Starting my internship at Decker & Madison Law, I was nervous. I didn't know anyone, wouldn't be making any money, and had only just turned 18. My dad is an attorney- a successful one at that, and got me an internship at the prominent law firm in Southern California.
"Emily Grey?" The important-looking man stepped into the lobby and sort of called my name.
"Emory, actually," I corrected him, standing from the black leather couch and following him into a hallway.
"Right." He didn't seem to care. "Welcome to Decker & Madison, you'll answer to me, I'm Jeremy Walls." He showed me to the office I'd be sharing with another intern who was out for the day.
"... answering phones, running errands, doing paperwork...," I tried to pay attention to the list of duties I'd be doing for Jeremy, but there were so many of them. I looked down at my black pencil skirt, white button up, and 4 inch black stilettos awkwardly. Compared to the other women I'd seen already, I was dressed like a slut.
"Any questions for me?" Jeremy asked. I shook my head no and he set down a binder of documents on my desk. "Basically all you have to do with this is sign my name on the bottom of each document, make copies of those documents, keep track of which cases you signed on a separate paper, and bring it to my office across the hall when you're done. I nodded my head and was suddenly alone in a cramped room. I sighed and got started on the paperwork.
"Where am I supposed to make copies of these?" I wondered aloud. Picking up the binder, I walked to Jeremy's office, only to find it empty. I checked the next office over- empty. As I peeked into another office down the hall, I saw a drop dead gorgeous brunette filling out some papers. I knew my mouth had dropped open, but I couldn't control any part of my body just yet. Suddenly, she looked up and I realized I had dropped the binder. I was mesmerized by her hazel eyes and how much they stood out against her tan skin.
"I-I-" I stammered as I bent down to get the binder, "I need to make cop-copies of these? Do you, um-" she cut me off.
"Copy machine is behind reception, dear." She leaned back in her chair, "do you work here?"
I felt like my stomach had fallen out of my ass. "I'm an intern... For Jeremy. Walls." I didn't know what to say as she studied me.
"Poor girl," she let out a light-hearted laugh, "his last four quit after a month. Good luck, though." I didn't know if she was being sarcastic or not. I nodded and said thanks before I ducked back into the hall. My cheeks felt hot and I had no idea why. Yes, I just made a complete fool of myself in front of a beautiful attorney, but why do I feel like this? Kind of... Scared? This was new.
The next day, I sipped my diet coke in the break room as the attorney from yesterday walked in. I quickly turned around so she wouldn't see how red my cheeks had suddenly become. I heard her open the refrigerator and close it, then left. Why was I acting so ridiculous? Yes, I was attracted to her- big time- but why? I had barely said 2 sentences to her. I finished my diet coke and ham sandwich and quickly returned to my desk.
"You must be Emory," a 20-something man walked into the shared office.
"I am," I smiled and extended my arm to shake his hand.
