Catch Me

Chapter 2-All Work and No Play

Beep beep beep!

I opened one eye glaring at my alarm clock.
5:00am.
"Kill me." I thought, grumbling as I reached to turn off the alarm. I squinted in the morning sun, shoving the comforter off of myself. My hair was stuck to the side of my face and I knew that I was no doubt drooling all night. So attractive I know.  
I stumbled into the bathroom attached to my bedroom, fumbling for the light switch. I turned on the fan which of course scared the shit out of me, "why is it that I always hit the wrong switch?!"
I pushed my long brown hair off of my face, and studied my reflection. After not having a mirror for the first 15 years of my life, seeing myself was still something I didn't get used to. My pale skin and green/blue eyes were always my favorite feature about myself, one that my father said I had inherited from my mother. I washed my face, humming to myself, an old Elvis song that I used to hear my mom sing. One of my earliest memories was my mom singing "Can't Help Falling in Love." That's the song I always ended up singing when I wasn't thinking. And it always made me remember my mother. I couldn't ever tell if it was in a good way or not. 

"Focus on today you idiot." 

Work was about to begin and I probably needed to start showing up on time. I'd gotten into a bad habit of sleeping in recently and it didn't look good on my reports at the end of the month. 
I threw on some makeup, didn't really care what because it never made sense to me which things to use anyways, and my work clothes. Some black heels, a gray pencil skirt and a pink lace blouse. Once I knew I looked presentable I rushed to gather my books, papers, folders and a billion other things I needed for my day in court. I had at least five cases for today and had to make sure I was prepared.

I rushed to my SUV and texted my security to open the gate in thirty minutes.
"Still will never get used to having people open a gate for me to get into work."
Of course it was for security reasons, lawyers weren't well liked usually. Especially when they were child abuse prosecutors.

I sped into the streets of New York City, which is a lot easier said than done for sure. Finally pulling into the private garage for lawyers and judges I saw Walter, my security officer who escorted me pretty much everywhere within the city for work related events. He greeted me the same way he always does,
"Hello Miss Katherine, right this way."
His voice was deep and kind, but authoritative. The kind of guy you didn't want to mess with if you got on his bad side.
"He still greets me the same after all the years I've worked here."  I thought with a smile.
I drove into the gates, parked in my spot and was helped out by Walter.
Traveling through the back door labyrinth of the court systems could intimidate any new lawyer. Before I was assigned Walter as a lowly first year law intern, I was perpetually lost.
When we reached my office Walter asked if I needed anything. I said no, as I had every day since I had started working in the court. Living on your own for so long and learning everything about the world by yourself  makes you incredibly self sufficient.
He smiled at me and left, going to his own security office right down the hall to watch my door and make sure any visitors and appointments had to go past him first.
I settled in, looking out my window at the city below. It was beautiful from up high. But I knew especially with my line of work, that there were horrors and hells worse than anyone could imagine hidden in the streets below. I knew better than anyone what parents and guardians were capable of. With that dark thought I pushed my daydreams away and sat at my dark wooden desk. I opened my case files for the day and started in, hoping that at least one of these kids would find a better life as I had, by the end of the work day.