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“Why? I’m pretty sure he’s going to propose to her soon.”
“I know. Isn’t she so lucky?” Chelsea looked slightly jealous as she looked over at me wistfully.
“She’s dreadfully lucky. She has a gorgeous boyfriend who’s super rich, who loves her, and what do we have?” I knew we were acting like Cinderella’s petulant stepsisters, but I couldn’t stop myself.
“We have nothing,” Chelsea said glumly. I was pretty sure I heard a violin somewhere in the background.
“No men, no money. Well, we have a little bit of money now,” I continued her self-pitying talk, “thanks to Mom and Dad.”
“Yeah. Who would’ve thought Dad would actually come up with an invention that would actually put cash into the bank?” Chelsea’s eyes were laughing, her expression lighter now.
“Not me,” I said nodding in agreement, “but I’m glad that it worked out.”
“Me too.” She nodded and then smiled at me. “So what sort of law are you going to go into?”
I just stared at her for a few seconds. “I don’t know yet. I haven’t experienced what different types of law are like so I don’t know what I would like.”
“Don’t go into family law. I read this book once, and it was about this guy that was a family law attorney, and he said that the clients never go away. There was always some drama. Good for making money, but not so good for your mental health.”
“Yeah. I don’t think I want to do divorces and stuff like that.” I shook my head. “That seems boring and depressing.”
“Yeah. If you want to listen to people moan and groan about their personal issues, you can become a therapist and kick them out after an hour.”
“That’s true.” I started laughing. “Okay, so I wrote down a list of ten attorneys in the area who have sole practitioner law firms that might be in need of an assistant or help.”
“That sounds like a good idea. Good for you.”
“I’m going to email all of them.”
“Why don’t you call them?” she asked with a questioning expression on her face as she played with her hair. Chelsea loved to offer advice. Sometimes I thought that she felt like she was the boss of me.
“Because calling just seems,” I shrugged and wrinkled my nose, “like I’m a telemarketer or something.”
“So then why don’t you go into the offices?” Chelsea said in a matter-of-fact way as if that was the next logical step instead of emailing. “When those boring old lawyers see your pretty face, it’ll be harder for them to say no.”
“True.” I sighed. I didn’t really agree with her, but I didn’t want to argue. It wasn’t like I was Gigi Hadid or the second coming of Cindy Crawford. “Though I suppose it’s not like I’m asking them to pay me. I just want to be an intern to see if I like the law or not.”
“Exactly. You’re doing it for free. They will most probably all want to hire you.”
“Yeah, that’s true.” I nodded, laughing. Sometimes Chelsea’s enthusiasm was contagious. I wanted to believe that what she was saying was true. I mean, who wouldn’t be happy to hire me? I was a hard worker, and I didn’t lie like Harriet did. It wasn’t like I would say I was on the way to Yale Law School or anything. I would be honest and tell them I was thinking of applying to law school and wanted some experience for my resumes.
“You should go now.”
“What?” I looked at my watch. “It’s one o’clock.”
“Yeah, and the firms most probably don’t close till five, right? Just think. Maybe you can even start your new job tomorrow.”
“I guess so. But I thought we were going to go to the movies.”
“We can go to the movies after you get your job.”
“I think it’s really unlikely that I’m going to get a job this afternoon.”
“You never know,” she said, grinning. “I’ll come with you.”
“You will?”
“Yeah. I’ll drive you so you can just focus on impressing the big wigs in the firms.” She smiled at me. “I’ll be your personal chauffeur.”
