Against The Law

September 29th

IDK you yet - Alexander 23

BEEP BEEP BEEP BE-
"Yeah yeah I hear you" I say to the alarm as I reach out and turn it off.
I open my eyes and blink in disappointment that it's already morning.
I peak my head out the blankets and stretch my hands and legs.

It's 5:30AM, Tuesday.

I just lay down and stare at the wall as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
I rub my eyes, build up the courage and push myself off the bed, sit up and stretch even more.
"Aaa.. jeee...sus.." I say as I stretched my hands to far up.
Still sore, probably a little green and blue after the weekend.

I pull the covers off my legs and stand up.
I move over to the windows and pull up the blinds.
The light from the sunrise hits my eyes.
It's gentle enough for my eyes to look at.

Living on the 16th floor in the middle of Hell's Kitchen has its perks.
I scoff and huff as I realize, I'm an adult, I have a job and responsibilities.
But hey... at least it's better than the Red Room I keep telling myself.

I get ready and head to the office.

"Morning Andra" Maria say. She's our receptionist. Blonde, long hair, green eyes and the sweetest smile. She is the one of the few I tolerate here.

"Good morning" I smile back as I'm on my way to my office.

I get to my office and make a cup of coffee before I start doing work.

I have a case later today, for a man, Ian Smith. In a gang called "dogs of hell" or something.
A case I did not want to take, cause that man is guilty as fuck.
And guilty = lose case. Lose case = not good. Not good = bad.
But my boss forced me and used the "you are the best" manipulation.
I still said "no"... and then he used the "then you are fired".
And that I can't afford right now.

So I just had to take it, even though I know I'll lose.
And worse, we are going up against some of the best defensive attorneys, Nelson & Murdock.

I am going to get my ass kicked, I just know it.

"Hey Valdez" Jack says as he knocks on my door and comes in.
Jack is my boss.
Annoying, tall, 45 years ish and ignorant. Satan himself.

"Hey" I say with a low and normal tone as I read through my papers.

"You ready for the case?" He asks.

"No" I spit back.

"Hey! Don't use that tone" He snaps back, scolding me as if I'm 4 years old.
I twitch my eyebrows as I hear his words.
I kinda just ignore it and continue to read.

"Are you listening?" He continues.
This dude have to be bipolar or at least have anger issues.

"Yes sir" I say and look up as I straighten my back.
He comes up to me as he points his fingers at me.
He comes a bit to close for my comfort and I pull back.

"You better do your best today woman" He yells.
I just look at him with disgust.
"Of course" I say, using every single strength I have to say that.

He reaches his hand out and pull up some of my paperwork and looks at it.
"This is better than your looks" He says and looks me up and down.
He takes the paper and crush it.
"And it's bad" He finishes as he walks out and slams the door.

Fucking piece of shit
I think and feel my blood boil.

***

"Did you know that this man cheated twice on his wife?" Murdock asks me as he stands there.