Jeremy's POV
Working at my mothers law firm is not ideal.
I didn't even want to do this but my mom insisted that I don't waste my time at home playing video games. I couldn't agree more but spending my time in this stuffy office was suffocating. My mom has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I feel terrible for her.
It actually cripples her life in so many ways. She goes to therapy every week to deal with it. Yet at the same time working in her office is terrible. She never lets you move anything on her desk or bookshelf unless she says you can.
Which is perfectly fine until I reach for a glass of water and she slaps it out of my hand. Anyway my mom got me and Adam an internship here. We are basically her assistants who bring her coffee and a donut at 7:00 in the morning.
Adam actually enjoys working for her. I think Adam might even go to college to become an attorney. I would love to see him succeed. He said he always felt like a failure with no purpose, maybe this was his purpose.
I've watched my mom work ever since they first adopted me. She would bring me to the office and take me to the court room. I found it fascinating but not what I wanted to do. A criminal justice attorney never appealed to me.
"Why does your mom have weird paintings of men on her wall?" Adam asked....again.
"I didn't have an answer the first thousand times, so I don't now." I said as I skimmed through her cases.
"I know but they creep me out. I feel like they will burst out of the wall like in a horror movie." Adam joked.
"You watch to much crap that it makes you paranoid over things that aren't real."
"It can happen. A person can live in your walls. Don't underestimate creepy people." He said and spun in the office chair. "Ewww. This man burnt his children alive."
"Okay please stop reading them out loud." I snapped. The last nightmare I needed was where someone burnt me alive.
I walked around her office. The office that I spent four years in watching my mom hard at work. Always focused on her goal and succeeding in the court room. I looked at her bookshelf with souvenirs leaning on the books. Her weird old men staring at me as I brushed passed them.
I envied her. I always wanted to know what I wanted in life. I always wanted a goal that I knew I loved. She loves what she does. Same as my dad. If he didn't then he wouldn't spend every waking moment at his office.
"You boys need to straighten up." She said as she walked into her office.
She started typing behind her black desk and white laptop. Her brow furrowed and her lips pursed. I knew she was throwing together a case, and it was always interesting watching it happen.
The way she typed furiously. Her nose scrunched when she worked. Every time she hit a dead end she let out a huff of breath. Then when she made a break through got this smile on her face and sat up even straighter.
When I finally got a life of my own. I hoped that's how I look when I work. Excited when I succeed and push through when I fail. Nothing describes lawyers better.
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"You need to meet her." Adam said nonchalantly.
"Who?" I asked as I kicked up the sand on the edge of Lake Michigan.
Adam and I liked to go here after work when we had time to kill. We had to take a taxi but my mom was in favor of us getting fresh air so our minds don't get filled with "darkness" as she liked to call it.
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Romance"It's not that I didn't want to be loved. It's just that I thought I never would be" Jeremy is new to Chicago and is an eighteen year old who was adopted at fifteen. He deferred college for a year just to get his head straight. That's until he ru...
