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banethebestThere are many things that I love about Darrow. It is a city that I can fully take advantage of. A city where knowing the right people helps you stay on top of the game and out of trouble. A city where the opportunities are great if you play your cards right — and playing my cards right is practically part of my name. The life that I have built for myself is comfortable, but also leaves room for growth. I am one of the most successful lawyers in Darrow.
But the more lawsuits, the more clients, the higher still I can climb.
Of course, being a good lawyer means that you have to know everything that's happening in the city. I have an assistant for this very reason. Every morning, she tells me the biggest news that's taking place around the city, the source that she heard the story from, and how reliable it is. She has helped me avoid many New Year's nightmares; unlike many of my colleagues, I haven't been traumatized by the sight of bees. She has also helped me keep aware of the criminal activities and celebrity scandals that make for the most lucrative jobs. She is the best, I don't know why she doesn't ask me to pay her more.
This morning, she told me an interesting story. One that was enough for me to call the day off work and return right home to my beloved husband. Magnus is not necessarily the best person for me to bounce ideas off of — actually it's very hard to brainstorm with him because he just goes along with everything I want — but he is the person I am most worried about with what my assistant has told me.
"Magnus?" I call out as I step inside our apartment, knocking belatedly on the door. "Are you home?"
(I know that he is. We have our locations constantly shared on our phones. It has come in handy more than once.)
But the more lawsuits, the more clients, the higher still I can climb.
Of course, being a good lawyer means that you have to know everything that's happening in the city. I have an assistant for this very reason. Every morning, she tells me the biggest news that's taking place around the city, the source that she heard the story from, and how reliable it is. She has helped me avoid many New Year's nightmares; unlike many of my colleagues, I haven't been traumatized by the sight of bees. She has also helped me keep aware of the criminal activities and celebrity scandals that make for the most lucrative jobs. She is the best, I don't know why she doesn't ask me to pay her more.
This morning, she told me an interesting story. One that was enough for me to call the day off work and return right home to my beloved husband. Magnus is not necessarily the best person for me to bounce ideas off of — actually it's very hard to brainstorm with him because he just goes along with everything I want — but he is the person I am most worried about with what my assistant has told me.
"Magnus?" I call out as I step inside our apartment, knocking belatedly on the door. "Are you home?"
(I know that he is. We have our locations constantly shared on our phones. It has come in handy more than once.)
