Jury Duty

1

What am I; nervous, frightful, and excited. I chew my gum with my briefcase clutched under my arm as my heels clicked walking along to the subway. I work for Michael Jackson of Jackson and Beyers one of the major law firms in the state of New York. Four years of law school to just end up as a secretary/ pack mule to Michael J Jackson.

I scan my metro card and walked through the gate and onto the train as my pager rang.

"Estelle Vitale," I said into my phone pleasantly

"Miss. Vitale? Jackson here, I need a large coffee and The Daily Examiner on your way in." He says hanging up the phone.

I roll my eyes hanging up my phone. Out of all the egotistical narcissistic people to ever work for he's the man at the top of the list. My stop comes up as I pulled the cord snapping back to reality. The sound of my stiletto pumps clicked as I briskly walked out of the station to his favorite coffee house. Even though I hated being a pack mule I loved sitting in on his meetings with clients

I got him a smoked sammie with all the trimmings as he likes it to surprise him,
I ordered a quick smoothie for myself and walked the quick five minutes to the office with my headset on. 

I make it into the building as a Jheri Holloway song belting through my headset.

"Every day is the start of a new beginning man and woman working for a living"

I sing softly scanning my ID card then I walked to the elevator and pressed the button, checking my mirror I swipe on some lipstick and fluffed my hair up waiting for the elevator to come down. Within two seconds the elevator opens and I press the button.

Would you believe I was the only woman in this whole law firm? Yea hard to believe I know but it's true.  The elevator soon opens to my floor I walk in with all the confidence on my shoulders.

Most of the men look at me and some cat calls me but I just ignore them as per usual.  I walk past the boardroom as I see Michael talking with a client.  He steals a minute to look at me and we share a quick give second glance as I flash him my white smile. 

His suit is a black Giorgio Armani a red sleek dress shirt and a black tie. Man, he can dress so well. I walk into his office and set his coffee, newspaper, and sandwich on his desk.

Then went to my desk outside his office. I take off my jacket and blazer as I realize I'm matching him on accident, great now I'll be the "twin" of the office thank god I always pack another dress shirt. I grabbed the white dress shirt as I walk to the bathroom in his office.

I close the door behind me and changed humming to myself. I was in my own little world as I didn't even notice the door open behind me. 

"Shit." I hear a voice.

I jumped surprised clasping the shirt to my chest. 

"M-Miss. Vitale!! I'm so sorry I didn't know anyone was in here." Michael said as we both turn red like his shirt.

"I...uh spilled ink on my shirt I'm sorry sir." My voice is squeaking and nervous as I noticed his eyes scanning my body and then back to my eyes.

"I'll Just umm...let you finish ." He said before closing the door

My cheeks go bright red as I fix myself up. Soon after I walk out to see him looking out the window.

"Everything alright Miss. Vitale?" He said with his back facing me

"I'm all better sir. Is there anything I can do for you?" I walk toward him as he looks at me from the corner of his eye.

"The Romano files I need those categorized and then sent to Mr. Alphonse." He pointed to the stack of files on his desk

"Yes sir right away, oh and your mothers on line two she wants to talk about family dinner," I explain collecting all the files

"Thank you, Miss. Vitale." He sits down and eats his lunch while I leave to the copy room.

I walk down the long corridor to see my best friend Alyia at his desk so I stop by to talk to him

"Issa, Essie what's the tyrant got you doing this time?" He asked typing.

I place the files in front of him as he laughs.

(Alyia)
"Damn he's really working you today huh?"

(Estelle)
"Oh yeah as usual, but this time I got a "thank you" out of him this time."

(Alyia)
"Ooo he likes you he's warming up to you!!!"

(Estelle )
"Oh shut up he's just being polite plus  signorina snotty is supposed to stop by today." *annoyed eye roll*

(Alyia)
"Ooo she makes my skin crawl. She has more Botox in her than Joan Rivers.

We laugh and dab each other as we walk to the copy room as we see her walk-in as we suppress our laughing.

"Ah Estola, IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU!" She enunciates

I roll my eyes and build up the strength to put up with her.

"Miss. Cererra, Mr. Jackson's in his office he's expecting you,"  I said with a very forced smile.

"Thank you Elitea." She said saying my name wrong (yet again)

"You're welcome, Puttana" I whispered that last part under my breath as Alyia laughs nudging me. 

We walk into the copy room and we get everything ready.

~

After I walk back from the copy room I walk into what I think is his empty office, I know those two are busy with their conjugal visit as per usual. I swear sometimes that man thinks with his dick, I upload the files to my computer and send them back to the client.

Her loud moaning is all I hear while I type on the keys.

Just another day here so I just tune them out. I'm soon thoroughly engrossed in my work as I'm fluttering back and forth through the office. Filling, taking calls the usual.

I take my lunch break leaving him a note letting him know where I am, I grabbed my jacket and purse and walked out of the office.

I walked past Michael's colleagues around the water cooler. I looked up to see much greasing his fuck buddy off. I wave to Alyia and then asked him what he wanted, as the local scum bags wolf whistle and cat call me.

"Yo Vitale? When you back up that dump truck on me baby." Gavin said smacking my ass hard and in the process of making me knock over my purse spilling its contents.

I sigh and roll my eyes going on my knees to pick it up.

I look up to see Michael extending his hand out to help me back up. I grabbed his hand as he pulled me to my feet.

Gavin Costello the more airhead egotistical narcissist womanizer or as what me and Aliya like to refer to him as "They ugly himbo" sure he was easy on the eyes but that was about it for him.

I walked out the to the foyer still stoic as when I left.

I tolerated most of they guys here cause they weren't really my type, Aliya however has had a very steamy situationship with Lyle Hemenez from the family law floor above us they've been on and off for about three years; this time they were off again but their breakups never lasted.