BY DEMARCO'S STANDARDS (Part 5)

Bury Him Under The Jail

"He killed a innocent woman Cline. Not just killed but raped her repeatedly, beat her with a iron pipe before finally smashing her head in. People like him shouldn't be on the street". I yelled tossing the Rodriguez murder file's in front of Cline.

"Ivy, Jone's is my client and I'm his lawyer. I will do everything in my power to win this case".

I stood with my arm's crossed and glared at him with narrow eye's as he sat on his pompous ass. Bending down to his eye level, I pulled my top lip up from my teeth and snarled. "And I promise you Cline, I will not let you win this case. I will make sure Jone's never sees the sun again. You should be ashamed for even taking this case on" snatching the files back, I stormed from his office and out into the cold New York street's.

Originally from Texas, I attended some ivy league college and studied law. I graduated early at the head of my class and took my dream job offer in New York. Yes, at twenty-five years of age I was a lawyer at the most prestigious law firm in the United States. Currently I get stuck with the case's no one wants like murder, and other crimes. My plan is to make partner soon and represent the elite, the rich and famous. My colleagues call me a ball buster because in court, I can make the scum look like a fool, a manipulative douche and have them sentenced in less than a day. I have no tolerance for anyone who commits murders or participates in crimes.

Breathing in the crisp air, I was still furiated with Cline. It takes a rat to represent such trash and the meeting didn't go in my favor. I've been burning the midnight oil on this case but I had nothing else to do. Bryce, my ex fiancee left me standing at the alter less than two month's ago. Claimed I worked all the time and he wanted a woman that wasn't so career focused. I guess me being strong threatened his  wee male ego.

Now here it is, lunch time on New Year's Eve and I'm working. It's not like I have a man to rush home to or a family to spend the holidays with. I was raised in a orphanage in Texas so yea, no family. Once I go home I'll strip my power suit off, slip into my jammies and cry. Don't let my tough girl exterior fool you, I'm a emotional mess on the inside.

Knowing it was pointless to continue to work on this day, I made my way to my Manhattan apartment. Within a hour I was curled underneath my blankets with a box of tissues, junk food and the channel set to the Lifetime network. Nothing ahead of me but another depressing year anyways.

Just as I was drifting off my doorbell buzzed. I seriously debated on whether to answer it or not. When I realized the person wasn't  giving up, I relunticaly opened up. There stood Lexi and Shelly, my annoying but best friend's. They swooped pass me entering my little lair of depression. I noticed they had on their glitzy party dresses and strappy heels. I instantly knew their plan. "No. Not going to happen". I said firmly before they could even ask.

"Oh come on Ivy". Shelly said. "Come join us bring the New Year in? I promise you'll have a good time".

"No, I plan on going to bed before the ball drops. I'm not getting wrapped up in all this nonsense hoopla".

"Really Ivy, so you'd rather stay here and cry while stuffing your face and watching sappy movies all because of"

I cut Shelly off by placing my hand over her mouth. "Don't you dare say his name". I demanded.

"Who?" Lexi chimed in. "You mean Bryce? Do you think he's setting at home crying? No he's probably already drunk and shagging some slut".

"You both can eat my ass". I snapped as they laughed.

Lexi giggled. "Well maybe if you come out with us you can find a man to do that for you. Now stop your moping and shower. You smell like cheese Puffs and your fingers are stained orange". I looked down at my orange stained fingers. They was right. Even my t-shirt had food stains smeared in it, my hair a rat's nest and my eye's puffy from crying. "Fine". I groaned. "But soon as the clock strikes twelve I'm coming home".