Lewd and Lascivious | 18+

Power Suit 2

I look down at my burgundy jacket, adjusting it and shaking out my hands. My mom bought me this suit when I took this job. She keeps calling it my 'power suit.'

Let's hope it lives up to its name.     

I deserve to be here. I know the law. I will learn from every experience to be the best lawyer I can be.

Repeating this as the elevator doors slide open, I take a deep breath. The fifth floor. Let's do this. Time to meet all of the partners. No big deal.

The contemporary decor and art are simple and elegant. There is a seating area with stiff, contemporary chairs set before a sleek black desk. The secretary seated there smiles at me.

"Jolie Lennox?" She asks. I think I detect a slight southern accent.

"Yes, good morning!"

"I'm Erin! Please, have a seat. I'll let them know you're here."

"Nice to meet you, thank you," I can't help but smile, even though this is a brief exchange, she seems genuinely warm and friendly.

As I sit, I glance down the long hallway. The frosted glass walls don't give anything away. I can hear Erin talking quietly on the phone.

After a few moments, footsteps tap against the marble floor. An older man greets me.

"Miss Lennox? I'm Harold Bond, pleasure." He extends his hand to me.

I stand quickly and take his hand in mine, shaking it firmly.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Bond."

He gestures down the hall. As we turn to walk away the elevator dings and the doors slide open.

You have got to be shitting me. Frat douche is standing there in a very expensive-looking Armani suit.

"Ah, Jolie, this is Michael Mitchel. He's my senior associate." Mr. Bond informs me.

Fantastic.

I plaster on a fake smile and extend my arm. He clearly doesn't recognize me. I'm not surprised.

"Nice to meet you," he limp fish shakes my hand. I wonder if he does that with everyone or if he thinks my delicate female hand can't take a firm shake. Jackass.

We follow Mr. Bond down the hallway, into a large, beautiful office. This office is decorated very differently from everything else I've seen, so far. The room looks like a stately library that belongs in an old English manor.

"This is my office. The other partners will join us shortly. Each partner has a senior associate that we take on, a sort of mentoring situation if you will. The junior associates will float from case to case. We will assign you to assist the senior associate, depending on the caseload." He explains.

As he finishes, two men walk into the office. I have to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. The older man I instantly recognize as Thomas Hutchins senior. The other man, his son, is his younger-looking clone. They are so similar it's comical.

"Hello, Miss Lennox, I'm Tom Hutchins Junior, you can call me Hutch." The younger man shakes my hand.

"Nice to meet you in person, Miss Lennox," Mr. Hutchins shakes my hands as well.

"I think we should place her with Dane. Have her work the cosmetic fillers case with him," Mr. Bond tells them.

They both nod in agreement.

"Looks like you'll be with me for your first case," Mr. Hutchins says. "Dane Carter is my senior associate. He's probably already researching. I'll take you to meet him after you get settled in."