OOC: First of all, HUGE spoilers for 4x13 Glow in the Dark. Secondly, this was ridiculously difficult to write and I'm still processing in my head a lot of the ramifications of last night's episode, so bear with me. Also, while the entry is locked, OOC comments/feedback are MUCH appreciated.

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He was a senior partner. He had won a ridiculous amount of cases in his time as a trial lawyer, logged an uncountable amount of hours at the firm’s various branches. He went wherever they needed him to, did the dirty work that no one wanted to.

Carl Sack was defined by his job and he was okay with that. In the legal world, he was great.That ( Read more... )

Carl stared at the Magic Eight Ball as he leaned back in his chair, feet propped up on his desk.

“Okay, ball,” he muttered to the toy, “Show me what you’ve got.  Odds of Shirley dropping me by the Spring.”  He shook the thing and then made a face at the answer.  “Too soon to tell? What kind of crap answer is that?”

…he was talking to an ( Read more... )

I am afraid of growing accustomed to living in Boston.  Not just the view of the Charles River or the skyline or the food - but the firm, as well.  I do not want to get used to the zaniness.  While it does help the workday to become more tolerant of my surroundings, I don’t want to become light on my feet, complacent.

I’m afraid of waning in ( Read more... )

Edwin Poole went insane a few years ago. It was a big deal.  So big they had to bring in Shirley to the Boston office. And now here I am, several years later, another person brought in to the Boston office because yet another founding partner has…lost his marbles.

I’m sure Denny’s clinically sane, but there’s no other wording I can think of ( Read more... )

He glanced across the bed at the sleeping woman who lay beside him, her hand out, reaching for him slightly in her slumber. Yes, when he looked at her, he knew that he was winning at life. What he worried about-silently, never aloud, because when you admitted to fear it became real-was that sooner or later his luck would run out ( Read more... )

He stared out the window of his huge corner office.  It was supposed to be magnificent.  But the skyscrapers didn’t loom high enough.  The sky was too bright and even with all the noises of the city, there was something missing.

There was color, to be sure, but it was different.   Gone were blinking neon signs and splashes of yellow as taxi ( Read more... )

Crinkle, crinkle.  Ahhh, the sound of a $200,000 check being tucked away in my pocket.  That was a rather satisfying win, I must say.  Good for Mr. Obispo-may he find a new cock and live happily ever after with it.   Ah, the joy of a man and his cock. Oh, pull your minds out of the gutter. I’m talking about the rooster.

Did it take much effort ( Read more... )

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Yes. Me. I am the wisest person I know. I have always been aware that Paul Lewiston, Shirley and I were sailing a ship of fools. Never have I been more aware of that fact than during this week. I had heard there were problems at the Crane, Poole & Schmidt Boston office. That’s what you get with Denny Crane. I have thus far in my career at this ( Read more... )