Le coup de foudre. | EMINEM

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"Miss Pedroni, please close your door next time you print something!", my boss said as he walked past my office.

I've been working in one of the best lawyer agencies in Detroit for some years now. ILD. International Lawyers of Detroit. If I'm being honest, I don't even know how I ended up there, it definitely wasn't because I was a good lawyer. I was an average law student at my college and just graduated with a bit of luck with a good GPA. I studied law at my old home in Colorado and after that, my whole family moved to Michigan because of huge job opportunity for my Dad. He applied at one of their best hospitals in Detroit. I didn't want to stay in Colorado with all my family being gone. I just graduated from college back then, my Dad convinced me to apply here as a joke and I guess this is how I ended up here. I didn't think I was gonna get an answer until I received an invitation for a job interview, and after I had mistaken my boss as the job interviewer, I was sure I wouldn't get an answer, but here I am. Looking back, this could be the reason why my boss doesn't like me. That, or because I'm a bad lawyer!

I got into all the law because I didn't know what I should do with my life. At one point, it's too late to exmatriculate so I just rolled with it. I thought maybe I'll know what I want to do when I'm about to be in the middle of my 20s but guess what? No. I don't know what the hell I'm doing, I don't even know if this is the right thing for me. All I know is ILD are paying good, the view from my office is great, I get coffee for free every day and I have enough money to go on vacation twice a year. That's all I need.

As I was writing something down for the meeting with my next client, I heard a small knock on my door and saw my boss leaning against the door frame after locking up.
"Mr. Martin from the american floor just called me, he's going to be late for his next meeting. He wants you to look after his client until he gets here."

Eric and I have been friends for a couple of months now, ever since we randomly talked about our life while grabbing a coffee in the cafeteria and he told me he's also from Colorado.
"Me?"
I furrowed my eyebrows and pointed at myself.
My boss just shrugged his shoulders and had a frantic expression on his face.
"I don't know why either, Miss Pedroni. But he explicitly said your name."
Rude?
Eric was one of Mr. Lenz' favorites in the office. Mostly because he was a great lawyer and loved football as much as he did.

"Wait, but I'm not supposed to look after our american clients?"
I asked and furrowed my eyebrows.
"Listen, I wouldn't do that if we had someone else from the american floor but everyone left earlier today because of Mr. Martin's meeting. The man who's coming, Mr. Mathers, has a very busy schedule we can be thankful he had time to come over! You just need to talk to him and pass the time until Mr. Martin has arrived from his client."
My boss rambled.
If I could've rolled my eyes right now, I would've.

Eric was usually never late. He was always on time, could articulate himself the best and has one of the best success rate.
"I think Eric needs to be here anytime he's currently stuck in traffic."
Mr. Lenz said and looked on his handwatch.
"Should I stay here or-?"
I stopped halfway through the question and waited for him to finish my sentence.
"No, go to the meeting room on the american floor."
I nodded and he gave me a warm and short nod back. Probably his way of saying thank you to me.

I made my way to the elevator and went from the 10th to the 11th floor.
What? I try to avoid any walking in anything that aren't sneakers.

When the doors opened, I immediately walked towards the meeting room and looked around. It was kind of scary, the whole floor was silent. Everyone went home. The sun didn't shine through the windows no more, so it made the rooms look exactly like in a horror movie.