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"What do you mean you drove him around all day and you forgot to give him back the keys?"
I've explained it to her three times but I understand why she is still shocked, the whole story seems even to me so unreal and I was there.
"I was exhausted and he was in such a hurry that he basically ran into the building and I saw the bus coming and I forgot."
She gives me an exasperated look while she stops spinning around for a second. Since I told her an hour ago she made her mission to make a ditch in the floor.
"You don't think he will say that you stole the keys, do you?"
I let that sink in for a minute, I mean, I punched him, but I apologized and I helped him driving him where he needed, he wouldn't be such an asshole to...
"s**t! That assholes is going to say that I stole his keys!"
I jump from the couch, almost making Lidya fall in my rush.
"Erica! Where are you going?"
"To give him back the keys," I say slamming the door after me.
I don't have time to wait for a bus soo I wave to a cab. Here goes my last money. If I can't find a job soon I will be in big trouble, and I would hate to be a burden to Lidya more than I already am.
"To Parker Tower, please! And hurry!"
The driver gives me a concerned look but doesn't say anything. He is probably wondering what on earth is wrong with me but has the mercy not to ask.
We reach the place in no time and I yell a "Thank you!" while I throw the money at him, leaving a few extra dollars for the trouble.
In the building, the first thing I notice is the elegance of the furniture. The white walls are covered in beautiful modernist paintings. The chairs in the waiting area are black, all with matched little tables next to them. The ceiling is tall leaving place for the indoor trees to rise from place to place to give some color to the space. The reception desk is made of black marble and has an unusual shape. Someone with taste decorated this place and it shows to the smallest details.
"May I help you?" The secretary behind the reception desk has a formal but pleasant smile. She is dressed head to toes in Chanel and her long black hair resting perfectly in place gives her an elegant aura.
"Hello, I am looking for Mister Alan Parker."
"May I ask your name?"
Great, my name. How do I tell her that I accidentally stole her boss' car keys and I have to give them back because he is crazy enough to send the police after me? And he will probably have no idea who I am because he is too arrogant to remember my humble name?
"Aa... Erica Coner."
She smiles and says to the spiker: "Sir, a lady named Erica Coner wants to see you."
We look at each other waiting for him to answer back. I am a nervous wreck and she seems to notice because she gives me a suspicious look.
After what seemed an eternity, I hear a robotic voice: "Let her in."
I am as shocked as I am relieved.
She guides me to the elevator and she presses the bottom of the last floor. I try to look at my reflection and I notice she does it too. I would probably judge me too if I would be her. I was a model when I was in high school and it shows: long, toned legs and a curved body, with long, black hair that falls to my waist and big green eyes. If I was in her position and a woman looking like me would visit my boss at this hour I would assume few things.
The elevator's doors open and I am speechless. The office extends almost on the entire floor and has all the walls made of glass so it offers a 365 majestic view over the entire city.
"Mister" Parker is standing behind an imposing Mahon desck, with a scotch in his hand. He ignores my presents, looking preoccupied.
I clear my voice.
"I am sorry to disturb you, but you forgot your keys at me and I just brought them back."
Since he continues to ignore me I approach his desk to put the keys there and leave, but something attracts my attention: his notes. I know from what Lidya told me that he is working on a famous case. While I was listening about it I remembered a similar case that I read in college.
Without realizing I say it out loud: "The Willow vs Klarison case".
That gets his attention because he rises his eyes. Before he can say anything I add: "That is the precedent I the precedent I think you are searching for'."
I was a paralegal for my father's lay firm as a part-time job during college so I know that with this type of cases a precedent is everything, as I know that very few people know about Willow v Klarison.
I thought he would be pleased that I gave him a hand but he looks furious. He catches me by the hand and drags me closer to him so I can't avoid his eyes.
"Why are you here? Who sent you?" His voice sounds like a low growl. I start to tramble at the intensity of his gaze.
"The.. the keys..."
I take a step back trying to gain support from the desk, but it proves to be a mistake because he leans over towering me with his height. He puts his arms on the desk too so he can trap me. I can see a bad habit forming out of this.
I take a deep breath and whisper: "I just saw the files and I knew the case and I knew the precedent and..."
He tasks a step back trying to analyze me.
"Not many pretty girls can name a case precedent."
Now I am angry, while he puts that arrogant smile again.
"I was a paralegal, and apparently a better one that you are a lawyer." I smile back at him with the same superior air.
He seems to think about something for a second and then give me a paper. I am confused.
"Fine.I need an assistant."
"A what?"
A WHAT?
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