"I hate that bitch. I have no concern for the nameless, faceless collections of wasted breath who know and do nothing that concerns more than their brief meaninglessness that they so crassly call life; those insects have no bearing on me, save for maybe a jostle once in a blue. No, it's the ones with a fire that I care about"
"Johnny turn right on Gold"
"Sorry, I swear that man must have 47 chromosomes. He steers like it. As I was saying, most people don't interest me. Only the ones who have drive. Drive makes a person worth something. It also makes that individual a misanthropic selfish asshole with a touch of narcissism and a demeanor that just screams 'cunt'. That's the kind of recruit I'm looking for. Jane was one. Let's just say that I shouldn't have ate where I shat, and the alimony is as much a bitch at the woman to whom I pay it. Now, more to the point, you don't want to look
—"God-fucking-dammit Johnny this car is worth more than your fucking house!"
"Sorry. It's so hard to find good help these days. You don't want Mr. Ellison to think you're weak. He has no patience for the weak, and neither do I. Ellison Whitney has no place for the weak.
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Criminal Law
Short StoryAlec Jefferson will do whatever it takes to move up in the cutthroat world of law, even to the point of breaking it.
