Mitch and Noah

Mitch~Jacob

"Mitch, You're going to team up with Jacob starting tomorrow. You'll be going to the Jimenez Household for me. I forgot I had already booked the Marlins, and you can bet I won't lose either's money if I can help it."

"Fuck! I can go alone. He'll end up pissing them off, making them go to another firm or some shit."

Jacob's loud shout of protest from another room proved to Mitch what he had suspected all along; that Jacob could hear everything that went on in Mitch's office.

As he stormed in dramatically, Jacob whined to the only person he seemed to actually respect and listen to, Marsha Pentie.

Even with her only standing at 5 foot 4, thin as a rail, anything she said or did was seemingly God-like in the eyes of Jacob, and Mitch hated the groveling even more than the way he treated Mitch.

Her inches high heels clacked loudly on the tile floor as she straightened her thick, black hair in it's customary tight no-nonsense bun.

"They paid for a DOUBLE lawyer team, and we are giving them what they pay for. Especially as Mrs. Jimenez had asked specifically for two lawyers at all times."

Marsha's judgingly piercing, brown eyes bore into Mitch, making him sweat a little as he cleared his throat.

"There will be NO making clients leave, especially high paying ones. You will fucking kiss their damn feet if need be. Should this not go well for the firm...well... Let's just say mistakes are no longer tolerated. This is an easy bag and grab, and if I don't have this case done by the end of the month..."

The smirk on Jacob's face, and the look of snobby judgment on Marsha's makeup covered one, spoke the end of her sentence for her, and Mitch pushed down the urge to sock both in their perfect, shining teeth.

He swallowed hard before forcing a smile and nodding.

Marsha was the one with the rich parents that had backed their business venture when Mitch had "lost" their startup money and been kicked from the four original founders.

Her words were pretty much law in their building, especially because she really was a ruthlessly damn good lawyer when it came to winning, no matter the client's actual guilt status.

Their "family" law firm was shady in Mitch's opinion, but wildly successful in the upper middle class, lower upper-class range; well, aside from their richest client Amelia, his only playing card in their constant game of ditch Mitch.

Part of him wished again that he could go back in time, pick out different lawyers to team up with when he was fresh from school and driven. Maybe then he could have achieved his dream. Maybe THEN he could have made more friends like the couple he'd lost contact with in high school.

Thinking of good friends had Gregory and Ash and Amelia popping into mind, and Mitch felt somewhat guilty.

He seemed to forget as of late that he DID have some good friendships starting, and he just needed a little more time to feel comfortable enough in those relationships, so that he could share his problems and get some friendly advice that didn't cost hundreds an hour.

Mitch excused himself to smoke once again. He hated that his work environment was stressing him out so much that it was pushing the habit back into his mind again after he had been doing so well with avoiding it.

He was only able to enjoy 2 seconds of silence as he smoked before a loud click behind him told him he had company.

"You know you would be way more attractive if you stopped putting those stinky sticks in your face. You should at least try those vapes all the kids are using these days. They even have grape flavored. I love the smell of artificial grape in the morning."