Marci stared at the open file. "A rapist," she stated flatly. "You want me to defend a rapist?"
Sticky-hands Senior gave her a nasty grin that suggested he knew exactly what his son got up to in his not-actually-free time, and might be worse than she thought. Marci had hated him before, but oh wow, apparently her soul has more room for that.
"Any person not proven guilty in the court of law is innocent, Miss Stahl."
She slaps the file shut. Considers slapping Sticky-hands accross the face with it. This is her life. Her career. She will not give up this easily--
"Fine. I'll take it."
"It's not as if you have a choice," Hands reminds her lazily. His actual hands trace the mahogany desk in front of him like they want to be on her skin. "This is your test run, Miss Stahl. You better win it."
He sounds like a serial killer.
"Lose it, and you will lose everything you worked so hard for."
FILL, PART 2: A chance encounter
Marci stared at the open file. "A rapist," she stated flatly. "You want me to defend a rapist?"
Sticky-hands Senior gave her a nasty grin that suggested he knew exactly what his son got up to in his not-actually-free time, and might be worse than she thought. Marci had hated him before, but oh wow, apparently her soul has more room for that.
"Any person not proven guilty in the court of law is innocent, Miss Stahl."
She slaps the file shut. Considers slapping Sticky-hands accross the face with it. This is her life. Her career. She will not give up this easily--
"Fine. I'll take it."
"It's not as if you have a choice," Hands reminds her lazily. His actual hands trace the mahogany desk in front of him like they want to be on her skin. "This is your test run, Miss Stahl. You better win it."
He sounds like a serial killer.
"Lose it, and you will lose everything you worked so hard for."
Marci walks out.