Medical malpractice case

Chapter 1 Jamie

These files are heavy. I mean heavy. I'm carrying them with 2 hands, and yet I feel like my arms are slowly turning into noodles.  I finally walk through the crowd and settle down behind my desk. I set the files down and sit down, preparing myself for the final day of this trial. I have  the law book in front laid out with the gravel near. Sitting up straight for it to begin.

"Your honor-" the client stands up harshly.

"No." I say my voice filled with irriation, but I keep calm. "As I said, you will face 2 years in jail. And if you dare to even try getting out. You'll see what happens."

"2 years?!?" He snaps, looking at me with wide eyes.

"Mr Alex, you have assaulted a girl, a student, your student, and you expect to have less than a month in jail. You've got it wrong. 2 years. Case dismissed." I raise the gravel and bang it over. Indicating the case being dismissed.

After I got everything done, I walk out to my car, climbing in, and starting the engine. I run my hand over my collar. I look at my nails. I need to get them done. I decide to pull my phone out and book an appointment to get my nails done.

Got to treat myself. I start the engine and start driving in reverse out of the courthouse. I blast Billie eilish as I drive to the nail salon. I mean, who doesn't like Billie? Her songs tend to get depressing, but you know, that's why I like it. After I caught my ex fiancé in bed with another girl, I don't ever do love. Who needs love in their lives? Being independent is my priority. I'm a judge. I don't need any man. No friends. Since my friends. ex friends were all fake and friended me because of my money. I'm after my goal. Success in life, in work, in being a strong, independent woman. And that's it. I glance at the croissant in the passenger seat. I reach it and throw it in the backseat. I feel nauseous. No. I don't need food. I feel like I'm gonna vomit. God no.

I pull over to the side, grabbing my water and pills and downing them at once. Suddenly, my phone rings, I look down to see my dad calling. I sigh and grab my phone, swiping it to answer.

"Hello." I answer softly

"Hey sweetie, how's your day going?" He asks. My dad is trying to be a good father. After my mom passed away, I think he lost hope. He got depressed and forgot he even has a daughter, but I can't tell he's trying, and I appreciate that.

"It's good, I finished work, and I'm going to do my nails."

"That's good. You never take time for yourself." He points out. It's true I'm too 'hard on myself,' said my ex fiancé. We talk for a while, and I pull out of the parking as soon as we're done, driving to the nail salon. My playlist definitely should not be on shuffle mode. One song is depressing. One song about heartbreak. One song about love. One song about friends and family. Yeah, just no. I settle on the weekends song and continue driving.

I finally park my car and step out. I walk in the nail salon, and the nail tech takes me to her corner. I settle down, and she starts. She files and chips them and shapes them and then colors them.

I close my fingers against my palm, seeing how the ruby red looks on my nails. It looks stunning. I pay for the nails and head out.

As soon as I arrive at my house, I collapse on the couch cuddling with my fluffy blanket with my cat on my lap. I don't even feel like doing anything. I want to go through my files, read and watch. I don't feel like picking up anything, so I grab the tv remote and play the first movie that comes up. Culpa Mia. It's not the best movie I have to state, but it'll do for now. Did I mention the soundtrack is chefs kiss. 

I wake up feeling exhausted already. I swing the blanket off my legs and straight to the bathroom. I finish getting ready and head out to go to work. I blast some Coldplay to fit in the vibes and drive off.

After work, I drive to the hospital to pick up the files of my recent check-up. I walk in the hospital towards the front desk. As I'm waiting for the receptionist to give me my files, a doctor beside me is signing documents of some sort. I glance at him from my peripheral vision. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Tall and muscular. Towers over me. Damn he's good-looking. I look down at my outfit. Im still in my work outfit. Ew. I look back again at him. He has a beard. Now I prefer clean shaven, but it looks good on him. It suits him. I look away as soon as he finishes signing. He looks at me and smiles politely, and walks away. I release a breath I didn't know I was holing.

"Here you go, madam." She passes me the files. I take them from her, then immediately head out. I drive back home. Thinking how he's the only guy with a beard I didn't mind. Snap out of it. You saw him once. You probably will never again. Yeah, I won't see him again. Unfortunately. I glance at my kitchen. The closed door. The one that hasn't been opened for cooking on the stove since my mom died 5 months ago. The same month, my ex called the wedding off. Well, I did. Not him. What do you want me to do? When I see him with another girl in bed. Obviously, the most reasonable is calling off the wedding and the engagement.