The Law Offices of Wolfe and Drake.

I smiled as I approached the front desk of the law firm. Wolfe and Drake was one of the top law firms in the country so I was not surprised to see a large assortment of lawyers waiting for their chance to get an interview with the boss. Lawyers were a dime a dozen in this town and most would apply to places like this but ultimately end up in a smaller firm, the DA's office or Public Defender. I could always go to a smaller town and find a job with good pay easily but I wanted to take on giants and this was the place to do it. I smiled as the receptionist looked up at me. Good looking woman in a sexy blouse that hugged her voluptuous bosom. It was clear she was hired for her looks though I had a feeling that had got her in the door but not what allowed her stay here long enough to afford the nice necklace and earrings she wore.

“Hello. How may I help you?” She said with a smile.

“Mister Knight to see Mister Wolfe. I have an interview.” I said putting on a smile.

“I’m afraid you and everyone else,” she said, glancing over at the hall filled with anxious candidates waiting their turn.

“I came prepared and brought a crossword to keep me entertained.” I said holding up the paper I had. I found the crossword kept me sharp and made me look more sophisticated as compared to playing on the phone like many others were doing. This was all about image and I would have to stand out.

“Probably a good idea. See Emily behind the desk over there?” The lovely receptionist gestured with a nod of her head toward a blonde secretary seated behind her desk. Emily was engrossed in some document, her brow furrowed in concentration as she absentmindedly chewed on the end of her pencil eraser. I couldn’t help but take her in; it was clear that this firm had a penchant for hiring attractive women, projecting an image of professionalism laced with charm. Even one of the managing partners was a good looking woman. Sadly she wasn't the one doing the interview and I would be seeing Mister Wolfe. I glanced around the bustling reception area, noting how the atmosphere buzzed with nervous energy. Candidates shuffled their feet, some tapping their pens against their resumes, while others whispered last-minute rehearsals of their answers.

“Hello Emily. Christopher Knight to see Mister Wolfe.” I smiled as I walked up to her desk.

She looked up at me and returned my smile, her blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. After scanning a list of names on her clipboard, she nodded. “Right, I have you on the list.”

“Thank you, and this is for you.” I said as I placed a to-go cup of coffee down in front of her, its warmth radiating through the cardboard sleeve.

“Are you trying to bribe me to get you moved up on the list Mister Knight?” Emily gave me a coy smile.

“No but if I am going to be working here it is a good idea to make friends. With this many people to interview you are not going to be able to run down for a cup of coffee any time soon.” I said. I didn't mind waiting but if I was going to work here there was a rule I learned long ago. In a law firm the secretaries ran the office because the lawyers were often in court. No one had probably ever brought her a cup a coffee before as it was typically her job so I was more or less kissing ass but at least it was a pretty ass.

She took the coffee and took a deep sip, her expression shifting from playful to appreciative. The drink had just enough time to cool a little but still be warm from the elevator ride up. “Mmm. Thank you. How did you know what I liked?” she asked, her coy smile returning as she leaned slightly forward, genuinely intrigued.

“The barista across the street said she knows how you like your coffee.” I gave a little wink as I handed her my resume.

“Well thank you. Please have a seat.” She gave me a smile.

I nodded and walked over. Everyone of them was young like me and fresh out of school. A few talked among themselves while others fixated on their phones. I found a spot to sit next to a young woman who was nervously twirling her class ring. Her fingers moved in a quick, repetitive motion, and I noticed how she occasionally glanced around the room, her brow furrowing slightly as she took in the other candidates. She seemed to be searching for reassurance, biting her lip as if weighing her chances against those around her. The way she shifted in her seat suggested a mix of excitement and anxiety; it was clear that this moment meant a lot to her.

Her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, framing a face that was both youthful and earnest. She wore a simple yet elegant blouse that hinted at her desire to make a good impression. As she caught my eye, I could see the hint of vulnerability behind her confident smile; it was as if she was trying to project calm while grappling with her own doubts about fitting into this competitive environment.

“So let me guess—Yale?” I grinned, hoping to spark a conversation that might help ease her nerves.

“How did you know?” She blinked at me in surprise, her eyes widening as she processed my guess.

“So let me guess Yale?” I grinned thinking a conversation would help calm her a little.

“How did you know?” She blinked at me in surprise, her eyes widening as she processed my guess. A faint blush crept up her cheeks, and I could see the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, revealing a delicate silver earring that glinted under the overhead lights.

“You are fiddling with your class ring. I am Christopher.” I offered my hand.

“Sarah. Are you from Yale? I don't remember seeing you around campus,” she said, taking my hand and shaking it politely, her grip firm yet friendly. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, as if trying to place me among the sea of faces she’d encountered during her time at school.

“Pretty sure you never heard of my school. Let’s just say I didn't go to one of the top twenty schools.” I smiled, keeping the tone light. I had gone to a small state university that offered a law program that was more affordable than the more prestigious institutions, but I was proud of my education and the hard work that got me here.

“And you are interviewing here?” A guy looked up at me from across the hall, his brow raised in surprise as if he couldn’t believe someone like me would even consider applying to this firm.

“The worst they can do is say no.” I shrugged, projecting confidence as I began to do my crossword puzzle, hoping that focusing on something else would help calm my nerves. I could see Susan stealing glances over at it as I wrote, her interest piqued by my scribbling.

Suddenly, the door opened, and out walked an older gentleman with black hair streaked with just a touch of salt and pepper. He exuded an air of authority and experience that commanded attention. “We will be in touch,” he said, shaking a younger lawyer's hand firmly.

“Thank you,” the young lawyer replied, nodding appreciatively before turning to leave. The look he gave Emily told me he probably didn’t get the job; his shoulders slumped slightly as he walked away. Emily handed him another folder, and he glanced it over before looking up and around the room, searching for some semblance of hope or reassurance.

“Christopher Knight,” Mister Wolfe called out, his voice cutting through the low hum of conversation in the waiting area. If this revision still doesn’t align with your vision or if there are specific aspects you'd like adjusted further, please let me know!

“Coming. Finish this for me would you Susan.” I smiled and handed her the paper I was doing the crossword in.

“What the fuck.” The guy who has dissed me said as I walked past him. I gave Emily a smile as I passed her desk as I gave her a smile as she had slipped my resume to the top of the pile. She knowingly raised her coffee cup to me.

Mister Wolfe walked to his desk and sat down, not saying a word as he read over my file. The office was stark and modern, with polished wood furniture and large windows that let in a flood of natural light. I unbuttoned my jacket, feeling the cool air from the air conditioning against my skin as I settled into my chair. “So you got a business degree in college, a law degree from a school I have never heard of, worked as a paralegal during law school, and even have a private investigator's license?” He looked up, his brow furrowing slightly as he processed my background.

“I wasn't sure what I wanted to do after high-school. I messed up my knee playing football in high-school and doubted I make the police **** like my father wanted so I couldn't follow in the family trade.” I shrugged.

“No matter what I say, will it really matter? You looked at my resume and are probably going to throw that in the trash the second I walk out the door,” I replied, leaning forward slightly. “So let me do something for you no other applicant is going to be able to.”

“Which is?” he asked, leaning back in his chair with an arched eyebrow, clearly intrigued by my challenge.

“Your nephew was in a car wreck. His sports car, the one your brother-in-law bought for his graduation, collided with a BMW. Naturally, the driver of the BMW claims that your nephew pulled into his lane and they collided. But these pictures tell a different story.” I flipped through the folder to reveal several images of the accident scene. “The brake pads on the BMW were worn down, as were the tire treads. It’s more likely that he came around the corner too fast, and when he applied the brakes, he couldn’t stop in time to avoid hitting your nephew.”

I pointed to a close-up photo of the BMW's tires, showing the noticeable wear. “The name of a mechanic who inspected the car is in there; he’s willing to testify about the condition of those brakes.”

I smiled confidently. I knew I wasn’t going to land this job by kissing ass; I needed to demonstrate that I was a capable lawyer, not just someone aspiring to be one.

“So you’ve established doubt,” Mister Wolfe said, leaning back in his chair with a thoughtful expression. “But that’s not quite enough. The worn brake pads indicate negligence, but the opposing counsel could argue that it doesn’t definitively prove the wreck was the BMW’s fault.” He smiled slightly, playing devil's advocate.

“If you keep flipping through,” I continued, unfazed by his challenge, “you’ll see photos of the guy who claimed he sustained injuries after the accident. There he is—playing golf with some buddies.” I gestured toward an image of a man on the golf course, clearly enjoying himself. “This means he’s likely trying to fleece your brother-in-law and his insurance company. Even the worst lawyer you interviewed today could close this case with what I just gave you. I called the country club and spoke with his assistant to verify when his next golf game is—it’s tomorrow. If you want, you could send someone to take high-quality action shots of him on the course. That evidence would be invaluable.”

“How did you get these photos if you didn't go to the club?” He gave me a scrutinizing look, clearly intrigued but wanting to know more about my methods.

“Social media. One of his friends posted them online. One of the reasons I do not have a profile of my own is because they can be used like this by people like me. You can learn a lot about a person online these days. I am sure you have people with better education sitting out there that look good on paper but what I bring to the table is results. Before I go to court I like to know all the angles I can use and what they will use against me. I have won three cases so far that have never gone to trial. If I put in this much work to get the job what will I do once I am on the payroll? I am proving my worth.” I smiled.

Mister Wolfe leaned back in his chair, closing the folder with a deliberate motion that echoed in the quiet office. “So let me guess, I can have this if I hire you?” His tone was light but serious, clearly weighing his options.

“I gave it to you because your nephew is not at fault and is innocent,” I said firmly, meeting his gaze without wavering. “Hire me or not, it’s yours to use as you like. But it might not be a bad idea to have me around if he’s the type who gets into trouble a lot.” The weight of my words hung in the air between us as he considered my offer.

“You find anything they can use against my nephew?” Mister Wolfe asked, leaning forward slightly in his chair, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern.

“Depends how deep they look. One of his friends posted a video online and in the video he can be seen holding a red solo cup at a party after graduation. I can not say what was in the cup but it leaves room for speculation that he was drinking before the accident but does not prove it. I didn't put that into a file so what found is just speculation and not evidence but I believe he was drinking that night. The fact that they never charged him with a DUI says if he was drinking it was not enough for the officer to have the suspicion to give him a breathalyzer test.”

Mister Wolfe nodded slowly, absorbing the information. “He was drinking but was below the legal limit. I’ll give you one thing: you make one hell of a sales pitch to show what you bring to the table,” he said appreciatively. “And I appreciate this file. This, combined with what our in-house PI has already gathered from the scene, makes this a closed case.” He leaned back in his chair, a look of satisfaction crossing his face as he considered how well everything was coming together.

“But you can not be shown showing favoritism if you do hire me. I gladly will start at the bottom just like everyone else you hire but don't expect me to stay there for long though. I am not the type of man who you want behind a desk filing endless briefs and summaries but in the trenches finding evidence and interviewing witnesses and making friends to build a case that even the best lawyers will not see coming if you hire me. I am not in this for the money I just want to help people and make a name for myself and to do that I need to be on a playing field with the best the other law firms have to offer. All I ask is you give me a chance to prove myself or I can always face off against you in court when I go work somewhere else.” I grinned. I had showed him what I could do now I had to make him think what he could loose if I worked somewhere else.

He chuckled softly at my boldness, clearly entertained by my confidence. “When can you start?” he asked, his tone lightening as he leaned back in his chair.

“I am ready to work today if you got stuff for me to do Mister Wolfe.” I shrugged.

“Sadly I do but you have to take a **** test first and we have to run a background check. They work fast but it may take a week.” I shook his head.

I reached in my bag handing him another folder. “I took the liberty using the companies you use to run one on myself for the sake of expedience. You can contact them directly to verify my results.”

The man could not help but laugh as he picked up the folder. “Well played. I am certain I would not want to face off against someone like you in court once you get some experience under your belt. And in this business if you can't beat them hire them to work for you before someone else does.”

“We pay junior associates fifty an hour but since you are also have a PI license I can make it sixty and hour. If you can make it a year and prove yourself we can double it.” He replied. It was more money then any job I had taken till now. Of course I would not be working the average eight hour days or five day work week.

“Seems reasonable but I do not want special treatment. I will take the fifty same as everyone else. If I get paid extra it will be because I earned it and I will.” I smiled.

“You have confidence I will give you that. Very well.” He reached over and picked up the phone and pressed a button. “Emily can you come in here and bring my check book?”

He sat the phone down and a moment later, Emily entered the room. The click of her heels echoed softly against the polished floor as she walked in with purpose. I turned slightly in my chair to watch her approach; her pencil skirt hugged her figure as she moved gracefully across the room. “Sir,” she said as she came around to place the checkbook on his desk.

“I need to write out a check for this young man for a ten thousand dollar signing bonus,” he said with a smile as he opened the checkbook, its pages crisp and white against the dark wood of his desk. He handed her the folder containing details about the crash. “Please give this file to Cassandra and tell her to add this to her evidence gathered already.”

“Yes sir.” Emily replied and then looked over at me and smiled.

Mister Wolfe wrote out the check and then tore it off handing it to me. “This is for you helping my nephew, nothing will make me happier than having my brother in law owe me one.”

“I was happy to help sir.” I smiled as I took it and folded it before sliding it into my inside suit pocket.

Mister Wolfe reached over and grabbed a folder from his desk, sliding it across to me with a sense of purpose. “This is for you since you are so eager to start. A new case has come up.” He leaned back slightly, his expression shifting to one of seriousness. “A female college student in her second year was kicked out after she decked a male professor. She claims he grabbed her ass, but there were no witnesses to support her story. The school has filed for an arbitration hearing, meaning the arbiter will set the tone and is likely to be biased in favor of the university.”

I listened intently, absorbing the details as he continued. “It’s not a case she can probably win, especially considering she’s paying for her classes as an exotic dancer. The university will have a table full of lawyers ready to dismantle her credibility.” He paused for a moment, letting the weight of the situation sink in. “Consider it a test to see how good you are and what kind of deal you can work out for her. I need you to come up with a strategy that ensures she doesn’t come out empty-handed.” He smiled as he handed me the folder, his eyes reflecting both challenge and encouragement.

“So you’re throwing me into the fight like it’s Normandy,” I joked lightly as I took the folder, feeling the weight of the task ahead. The implications of her situation were clear; she had hit the professor, and her profession would undoubtedly be used against her to tarnish her reputation. Worst of all, the arbiter was being paid by the school, which stacked the odds heavily against her. It felt like a suicide mission—not so much about winning but about how much resistance I could muster against a powerful institution.

“Pretty much,” Mister Wolfe replied with a grin, clearly enjoying my humor despite the seriousness of the case. “Like you said, I can’t go easy on you.”

“Bring it on, sir,” I said confidently, tapping the folder against my palm, the sound echoing slightly in the spacious office.

“Emily, can you please show him to a desk and get him the paperwork he will need to sign to work here?” Mister Wolfe requested, his tone professional yet warm.

“With pleasure, sir,” Emily replied with a bright smile as she walked around the desk. Her heels clicked rhythmically against the polished floor as she gestured for me to follow her. “Please follow me.”
As we walked out of the office and down the hall, I caught glimpses of other applicants waiting nervously in their seats. We turned a corner and entered a bustling open area filled with large glass-walled conference rooms that offered a view of the city skyline beyond.
As we walked out of the office and down the hall, I caught glimpses of other applicants waiting nervously in their seats. Their expressions ranged from hopeful to anxious, each one clutching folders similar to mine. We turned a corner and entered a bustling open area filled with large glass-walled conference rooms that offered a view of the city skyline beyond. The sun streamed through the windows, casting bright patches of light on the floor and illuminating the modern decor.
A maze of cubicles sprawled across the open floor plan, creating an organized chaos that buzzed with activity. Many of the cubicles by the windows were occupied by focused employees typing away at their computers, their brows furrowed in concentration. In contrast, those closer to the walkway were mostly empty, giving a sense of quietness in an otherwise lively environment.

I couldn’t help but watch as Emily walked in front of me, taking in her confident stride and how her pencil skirt hugged her figure. The sensuous sway of her hips caught my attention ass her ass twitched under her skirt, I couldn’t help but admire her figure.

“So the boss must have taken a shine to you,” she said casually, glancing back over her shoulder with a playful smile. “I’ve never seen him hire someone on the spot before.”

“Lets hope I do not mess it up.” I smiled.

“A little secret,” Emily said, her tone playful as we walked. “They always give the new people cases they cannot win as their first. It’s not about winning as much as it is about strategy. If you can’t fight with your back against the wall, you won’t last long here.” She chuckled lightly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“So no pressure then,” I replied, shrugging nonchalantly, though I could feel the weight of her words settling in. The prospect of facing an unwinnable case was daunting, but I was determined to prove myself.

Emily stopped at one of the cubicles and gestured toward it. “Here is your desk. We hire about a dozen new junior associates from graduating classes each year, so you won’t be lonely here for long.” She flashed a reassuring smile before continuing, “You’ll be judged on your performance and how you handle yourself, which is something they won’t tell you outright until evaluation time” She pointed toward one of the offices down the row. “Miss Walker will be your direct boss; she oversees the junior associates and will assign you cases to work on. Being the newest member of the team you will be mostly assisting in cases. Writing summaries and briefs and such to start.”

I took off my bag and set it on the desk, then slid into the chair, feeling its cool leather against my skin. “In other words, I’ll be handling cases the partners don’t want and probably sitting second chair if I do get to appear in court,” I said, frowning slightly at the reality of my situation.

“At first,” she replied with a nod, her expression sympathetic. “Let me log you in.” Emily slid into the cubicle beside me, leaning over to access the computer. As she leaned forward, her figure naturally curved, and I couldn’t help but notice how her skirt hugged her hip, accentuating her full round bottom. Her blouse clung to her curves as gravity took hold, and she seemed completely absorbed in typing away at the keyboard.

“Just so you know,” she said without looking up, “you will have limited computer access and can set your six-digit password. IT has access to all your data; they can see all searches and such if needed. So please refrain from accessing non-work-related material.”

“Understood, save the web surfing for home.” I replied with a grin, trying to maintain professionalism despite the pleasant distraction. As she glanced back at me, a smirk played on her lips when she caught me looking. She stood up straightening her skirt with a practiced motion that only added to her poise.

“Just so you know,” she added with a teasing tone, “the office frowns on inter-office romances, Mister Knight.”

“And what is the policy for out of the office romance?”

“It would never work. I promised myself I never date a lawyer. I don't want to be in a three-way relationship with you and your ego.”

“Fair enough. You could always bring a friend for my ego but I will not **** it. I can tell now we are going to be friends.” I shrugged.

“And what makes you say that?”

“My Ego. He does not give up as easy as I do and I tend to take his advice.” I grinned. I didn’t think we would have anything serious but there was nothing wrong with a little playful banter.

“Good luck Mister Knight. All the papers you need to sign are sitting on your desk as well as a copy of the employee handbook. I would read it if I was you.” She gave me a playful smile and headed off. I watched her walk away waiting to see if she stole a glance back which she did before going around the corner giving me a little wink.