Chapter 10
1000 Words
It's been two weeks since I moved in with Chaol and everything is wonderful.
Every morning he gives me the countdown until we can go public with our relashionship and
he's been very careful to Keep his temptation at bay.
Yesterday, he delivered me the great news that I'm going to get my first opportunity to represent
someone on a case.
This is my first shot at being a lawyer!
Origionally, I had been concerned about leaving my job as Chaol's PA, but he informed me that I
was the only PA he ever had because he didn't actually need one.
He made up a job title for me.
At the moment, I'm sitting on the bed in a more serious outfit than usual for my first day,
And Chaol sits behind me, running my iron Man hair brush through the thick locks.
Maybe I should get a haircut? Every so often I'll end up sitting on it and it's a bit painful.
"All done baby girl," Chaol says placing a kiss against the top of my head as he stands to put the
brush back.
"Are you ready for your first day?"
I say yes and hold my arms out for a hug, something we've substituted as kissing for the time
being.
We stand in each other's embrace for a good five minutes before he lifts me bridal style and
walks us to the elevator.
"You can't carry me down there today! I'm supposed to be professional," I whine while kicking
my legs uselessly.
Chaol growls and tighens his hold.
"I'll carry you wherever the f**k I want!"
I bury my head into his shoulder in embarrassment as we walk down the hall of the 20th floor
and into the room where my first client awaits.
After closing the door, he finally puts me down and I turn to greet the man I'm representing.
I can't seem to move or speak as I take in the familiar person before me.
"Mr. Eiseneb?"
My ninth grade teacher chuckles strangely.
"Call me Chris, honey."
The art teacher who also worked as the track coach seems to still be the skinny man he was from
my childhood.
Same petname too. For some reason he always gave me special attention, but I was sure to never
be alone with him. The man was creepy. He didn't start out that way actually, quite the opposite
at first.
Over time though, I think he got too comfortable with having me around.
"You know each other," Chaol states wrapping a possessive hand around my waist and pulling
me back into his chest.
"How?"
Chris gives me a smiling once over before responding.
"Ellie here was my best student her freshman year before she moved. I had even heard about her
talents before she came to my classroom. You're still a special girl I see."
I assume he's referring to my new occupation.
There's an awkward silence after that until Chaol finally chimes in.
"I was going to leave you to this baby, but I think I'll sit in just to see how you do for now."
He leads me to the large round table clad with files and folders before pulling a chair out for me.
Chris reaches for the chair on my left, but Chaol pulls it and slides in quickly.
Chris wears a both angry and confused face before apologizing and moving to my other side. He
sits down and before I know it, I'm sitting on Chaol's lap like I am 97% percent of the time with
my original chair separating the client and I.
Huffing with frustration, but knowing arguing will get me nowhere, I begin with the case file I
studied last night.
"Mr. Eiseneb, you are being sued by the mother of one of your students for s****l harrasment."
Chaol tenses under me and the arm he keeps around my waist nearly at all times tightens. Maybe
I should have briefed him on the case Margo assigned to me.
I cringe thinking of all the time I spent with this man. Could it have been me?
"What in particular did you do to earn these charges that the school won't even vouch for you?"
Chris frowns distastefully and crosses his arms, a sign of defensevness.
I know he's guilty immediately.
"I didn't do anything wrong. You know me honey! Did I ever touch you inappropriately?"
I remember he hadn't, but not for lack of trying. Luckily my table partner had switched seats with
me so I was blocked into the back corner of the room and he blocked Chris so he had no way of
trying to brush his hand under my skirt.
"That isn't the question at hand. Ellie was asking what you did to earn such charges and convince
your employers that you're guilty before even facing trial?"
Chris sighs and rolls his eyes. I know the reason he's uncomfortable talking about it, is because
whatever he's accused of is what he's guilty of.
He knows you can't lie to your lawyer.
"This brat in my third period told her parents I was shoving my hand down her shirt. She failed
to tell them she was violating dress code and refused to change. I was stuffing everything she had
popping out, back in! I was doing the w***e a favor!"
My mouth turns into a grim line and I look down at the table.
I can't possibly defend him in court. Sure, I garuntee I could get him out of all charges, but I
don't want to. I want him to be charged. I want him to loose his job. He had no right.
I fidget with my hands and make what could be the hardest decision of my life thus far.
Do I defend him and throw away my morals?
Or do I drop the case, let him be charged, fail at my first case, and possibly lose my job as well
as Chaol's respect?
Decisions, decisions.
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