"Jefferson, get in here!" rasped the stocky, bearish man looking out from the office that should have my name on its door. His clubbing fingers wrap around a pen whose retail value could pay off the loan of your average mid-size sedan."That new associate you brought in, you know, the quivery one," he doesn't so much speak as growl,"he's a pussy."
Typically, I would offer up some pithy remark about cats or willows, but in this case I rather concur. Milton— I think that was his name, was, in fact, a pussy. Too bad. The kid had credentials to rival even mine: summa cum laude from Harvard Law, respectable family, three years of solid associate work. Whitney hired me on less. "Well I'm sorry the interview went poorly," I say politely,"I can have a new kid for you by Friday." This grotesque man has no idea what he's doing, but with Whitney gone he's the big man on campus. "I see you got donuts on the way" the slug rumbles, nodding at the dusting on my lapel. "Next time you go, get me three grams of those donuts; I'm running low." Ellison thinks I'm his errand boy. Like he's some god. "Ok, three grams it is. I take it I'll be reimbursed? Those donuts aren't cheap." He replies only with a dismissively vertical wave of his lump of a hand. I don't care. He won't live long.
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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.
