It’s seven a.m. on Monday morning, and the smell of printer ink and stale coffee is like a warm welcome back. Well, for me at least.
I know most people can’t wait to leave work at the end of the day, but there’s something about the Carroll and Associates office that feels like a second home to me. Maybe it’s because I’ve been working here since I was an intern before my senior year of college. The fact that I spend more time here than I do at my own apartment may also be to blame. Whatever the reason, the buzz of the paralegals making copies and the legal associates clicking their red pens is soothing to me. It’s a reminder that, unlike at my apartment, I’m not alone.
“Good morning, Sara.” David Carroll, the managing partner of the firm, gives me a slight wave as I walk by his office. Da
