Working nine to five.
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Far be it from me to turn down a ride in a limo when it's offered. Really, I could have made it to the firm myself, taken my own car, even, but the Senior Partners were really serious about this liasion business. A new wardrobe, a chaffeur, and of course that whole immortality perk... the benfits that came with my new position were outstanding.
I'd love to see my mother try and turn her nose up at this. She never had been fond of my choice to practice law, probably hoped I would marry rich and become some stuck-up aristocrat like she did, but I much preferred to earn my own way through life. Even if earning my own way meant sitting in a spacious office with a pretty view, drinking coffee and earning a six-figure salary for doing it... well, that was work, wasn't it? Someone has to drink that coffee.
The limo slowed to a stop in front of Wolfram and Hart, a building I was used to seeing from a much different perspective. Until a few weeks before, I had been nothing more than mere junior partner. Now I was a liasion to the Senior Partners. Direct. The link between CEO numero dos and the big bosses down under.
This, I thought, should prove to be very interesting. As I stepped out of the car and made my way towards the front entrance, I couldn't help but wonder... why me? The thought had crossed my mind before. There was nothing special about me, not in particular. I was a good lawyer, yes, even a hard worker when I was motivated, but it had also been brought to my attention that I seemed rather out of place working at a lawfirm that catered to all things big and bad.
Alright, so I wasn't exactly evil material. Maybe I wasn't quite as ruthless as I could be, nor anywhere near as underhanded as some of my former associates. Maybe I had a few high standards, some well-gounded morals... alright, maybe I didn't exactly fit in. Really, all things considered, I wouldn't fit in at most lawfirms, it seemed. High standards and well-grounded morals weren't terms people usually associated with the word "lawyer."
Well. I may not fit the evil lawyer mold, but I'm still the one who got the big promotion. Take that, naysayers. I think a loud "Nanner nanner boo boo!" may be in order.
Right. No more idle thoughts. Time to appear professional. Taking a deep breath, I put on my best air hostess smile before walking into the lobby. It felt strang to enter the building without my briefcase in hand, or without a string of clients to meet with lined up. It was freeing, in a way. I was on to bigger, better things. Climbing up the corporate ladder!
Come on, mom. You've got to be proud of me now.
Far be it from me to turn down a ride in a limo when it's offered. Really, I could have made it to the firm myself, taken my own car, even, but the Senior Partners were really serious about this liasion business. A new wardrobe, a chaffeur, and of course that whole immortality perk... the benfits that came with my new position were outstanding.
I'd love to see my mother try and turn her nose up at this. She never had been fond of my choice to practice law, probably hoped I would marry rich and become some stuck-up aristocrat like she did, but I much preferred to earn my own way through life. Even if earning my own way meant sitting in a spacious office with a pretty view, drinking coffee and earning a six-figure salary for doing it... well, that was work, wasn't it? Someone has to drink that coffee.
The limo slowed to a stop in front of Wolfram and Hart, a building I was used to seeing from a much different perspective. Until a few weeks before, I had been nothing more than mere junior partner. Now I was a liasion to the Senior Partners. Direct. The link between CEO numero dos and the big bosses down under.
This, I thought, should prove to be very interesting. As I stepped out of the car and made my way towards the front entrance, I couldn't help but wonder... why me? The thought had crossed my mind before. There was nothing special about me, not in particular. I was a good lawyer, yes, even a hard worker when I was motivated, but it had also been brought to my attention that I seemed rather out of place working at a lawfirm that catered to all things big and bad.
Alright, so I wasn't exactly evil material. Maybe I wasn't quite as ruthless as I could be, nor anywhere near as underhanded as some of my former associates. Maybe I had a few high standards, some well-gounded morals... alright, maybe I didn't exactly fit in. Really, all things considered, I wouldn't fit in at most lawfirms, it seemed. High standards and well-grounded morals weren't terms people usually associated with the word "lawyer."
Well. I may not fit the evil lawyer mold, but I'm still the one who got the big promotion. Take that, naysayers. I think a loud "Nanner nanner boo boo!" may be in order.
Right. No more idle thoughts. Time to appear professional. Taking a deep breath, I put on my best air hostess smile before walking into the lobby. It felt strang to enter the building without my briefcase in hand, or without a string of clients to meet with lined up. It was freeing, in a way. I was on to bigger, better things. Climbing up the corporate ladder!
Come on, mom. You've got to be proud of me now.