the lawyer's dirty tricks
I entered Sara office with unsteady steps. Her desk was spotless, the large windows let in the light, and she, sitting cross-legged, seemed to have everything under control. Her suit was tight, too short for a conventional lawyer, which made the scene even more intimidating.
So youve come to me for help with your case she said, without looking at me, as she signed some documents.I nodded, feeling small in her presence.
If want my defense she continued, you'll have to prove you deserve it
She stared at me, with that mix of authority and mischief that disarmed any excuses.
The first challenge was to remain upright in front of her while she recited, without making a mistake, a list of articles in the code that I barely remembered. Every mistake meant I had to start over. The second was to organize, under the pressure of her gaze, a pile of files that she had disdainfully thrown to the floor.
Quick, recruit. If you cant handle papers, how do you expect anyone to trust you she asked, her tone mocking.
I obeyed, though inside I seethed with nerves and wounded pride.
When I finished, she stood up and walked slowly toward me, smiling condescendingly.
You didn't do it perfectly, but you have potential she said, leaning in close enough to keep her voice quiet between us. I like to test those who say they want to be free.
The game had just begun.
