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Miss Warren
Soooo, if you can compartmentalize, I’d like to finish what we started. (I’ll save your name under Dirty Lawyer)
I’ll be up in three minutes. (In that case, I’d prefer that you save it under “FilthyLawyer”)
NEGLIGENCE (N.)
FAILURE TO EXERCISE THE CARE TOWARD OTHERS WHICH A REASONABLE OR PRUDENT PERSON WOULD DO IN THE CIRCUMSTANCES
DAMIEN
Present Day
The driver ahead of me had to be drunk, insane, or blind. That was the only explanation for the way his Honda swerved and stopped every few minutes.
“Learn how to drive!” “What the hell are you doing?” “Can someone call the police?”
Fellow drivers honked at him every few feet, but he didn’t seem to care; he was determined to make everyone’s morning commute more miserable than usual.
The moment I could switch lanes, I was getting far away from his incompetence.
I turned on my windshield wipers and called my office at the firm.
“Good morning, Mr. Carter!” a woman who wasnotmy secretary answered. “How may I help you on this dreary, drizzling day?”
“Jessica, I’ve told you to stop sneaking behind Michelle’s desk. Put her on the phone.”
“Michelle is taking some personal time off to get over some things,” she said. “Her fiancé dumped her at the altar, remember?”
“I never liked him anyway.”
“They were the perfect couple,” she said. “Iftheycan’t make it, what does that mean for a lonely girl like me?”
“You stalked your last three boyfriends and hid cameras in their bedrooms.”
“It’s like men don’t even try anymore, you know?” she asked. “Every guy I love pushes me away for no reason.”
I held back on telling her that there was no hope for someone like her. She was batshit crazy and she always had been.
“Can you go over my schedule for today?”I asked instead.
“Sure,” she said. “First up, you have an appointment with your therapist.”
“Reschedule it.”
“You’ve been rescheduling this appointment for over a year now. Shouldn’t you just cancel?”
“I’ve already paid for the session.”
“Rescheduling now. After that, you have a block ofinterviews with first-year lawyers.”
“What?” I honked at the Honda as he swerved again. “Interviews?”
“Yes, interviews. It’s hunting season, remember?”
Shit.
The most dreadful time of the year had somehow circled around without a long enough break from the last occasion.Like locusts, fresh lawyers swarmed every firm in the city, hoping to land new careers with recycled answers and resumes.
