Rhea Thurman has always been goal-driven despite the tragedies of her past. Her obsession with criminal law leads her to the most prestigious internship in the city, working under up-and-coming lawyer, Davina Jenkins.
But Rhea never prepared to meet...
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A heavy frost hangs over the city skyline. The type of chill that aches your bones as you walk, as you wonder when the cold winter will truly end. The type that makes you grateful for the overbearing summer sun, forgetting how badly you just want to escape the heat.
My heels clip against the icy sidewalk as I fight to remain balanced. I wrap my coat tighter around my middle; wisps of my brown locks float across my face, obstructing my vision.
I'm tucking them behind my ear when the building looms in front of me suddenly. My heart jumps wildly in my chest, almost as if my major organ is ready to fall out onto the pavement below me, soaking into the melting icicles.
I smile as a man exits through the rotating doors. He doesn't offer me any sense of a greeting back. Nonetheless, I push my way inside until I'm met with the warm heating of Bilson & Wilson Law Firm.
A dream. Since thirteen I've only imagined what the inside of this building might look like. How badly I'd wanted the internship they give to one first year law student each year.
I'd never truly believed I'd get in until I realised how consuming my obsession with criminal law is. How deep my desire seems to own me. My friends always tell me I have a wild glint in my eye when I know what I want.
I remove my coat, folding it over one arm as I walk over to the front desk. A pretty blonde woman sits behind the marble desk; her hair is swept back in a slick bun as she eyeballs me, almost glaring.
I tap my fingers against the desk, and she turns her eyes downward, focusing on my hands. I stop tapping instantly. "Hello," I clear my throat. "I'm Rhea Thurman. Here for the—"
"Rhea Thurman?"
I turn at the sound of my name, meeting the hard gaze of Davina Jenkins herself. I'd seen her in plenty of magazines. They had praised her for winning two of her last cases. Because of her youth and good looks, many people haven't taken her seriously in this industry. In one of her interviews, she'd likened her experience to Elle Woods in Legally Blonde.
She walks towards me with effortless style. "Davina Jenkins," she introduces herself, despite the fact I clearly already know exactly who she is.
She's entirely gorgeous. Her perfect complexion and doll face looks are enough to bring any man to their knees. At 34 years old, Davina is the youngest lawyer in her firm. The fact she holds so much power as an up-and-coming female leader gives me satisfaction I didn't know I needed.
I smile brightly, despite her brisk posture. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Jenkins," I extend my hand, ready for her to shake.
"Davina is fine," she says, her lips curving up slightly. "Welcome on board. I hope you're ready."
