Page 25 of Filthy Lawyer
DAMIEN
Elizabeth walked into the firm at five minutes past noon, slightly wobbling in towering stilettos and holding her black blazer shut.
Maybe she’s having good sex now after all.
Her eyes met mine as she moved through the lobby, and I motioned for her to meet me at the elevator.
“Good morning, Mr. Carter,” she said.
“You mean,afternoon?”
“Yes, afternoon.” She blushed. “I really apologize for this, and I hope you won’t hold it against me.”
“Did you get my email?”
She blushed again. “Yes.”
“Good.” I sipped my coffee. “Want to give me a plausible reason why someone would risk being late for their first day of work?”
Her lips parted into a perfect “O,” and I envisioned how they would feel wrapped around my cock.
Okay, you have to go, Miss Tanner.
I was determined to fire her at the end of this month, no matter what Andrew said.
Several seconds passed, and not a single word slipped from her lips.
“Let me guess,” I said as we entered the car. “Your car finally gave out and you had to push it here?”
“No, it’s—” She shook her head. “It’s completely inexcusable and it’ll never happen again.”
“It better not.” I tried not to stare at her as we rode to the fifteenth floor. “You’ll get an official tour later, since we’re behind on the day. Take out your phone and record these notes, because I don’t like repeating myself.”
I waited for her to do so, but she pulled a pen and paper out of her purse.
“Miss Tanner,” I said, “you need to use your phone.”
“I don’t have my phone today. Someone stole it.” She paused. “They stole my car, too.”
“They might’ve done you a favor by doing the latter,” I said. “Pen and paper it is, then.”
She looked at me expectantly, her stunning eyes flashing that “caution” sign again, and I lost my train of thought.
Okay. I need to find a way to fire you at the end of this week.
DISCOVERY (N.)
THE ENTIRE EFFORTS OF A PARTY TO A LAWSUIT AND HIS/HER/ITS ATTORNEYS TO OBTAIN INFORMATION BEFORE TRIAL THROUGH DEMANDS FOR PRODUCTION OF DOCUMENTS
ELIZABETH
My heels clacked against the firm’s marble floors as I followed Mr. Carter from office to office. I wasn’t sure if the strange looks we were getting from the other associates were for him or me, but I had a feeling there wouldn’t be a welcoming committee today.
“You’re the only first-year associate we’re hiring this season, and you’re the youngest person on our staff,” Mr. Carter said, leading me down a hallway. “But that doesn’t mean that we’ll go easy on you, clear?”
“Clear.”
“I work aminimumof eighty hours a week, and since we’ve been paired together, that means you’re required to do the same.”