The Local Law Firm

I think of the huge office building next to mine. It's an all-female law firm run by a feminist bitch named Helen Cartwright. Supposedly, she had two divorces and hated men, took only female clients, hired only women, and made sure to lie as much as possible to get her clients to win their cases. Such curroption had to be stopped.

I entered the swanky office building and was about to go up the elevator when...

"Sir!"

The young receptionist stopped me.

"I'm afraid we don't take male clients here," she said.

"I'm doing an article on powerful businesswomen in our area, and I've chosen Miss Cartwright." I said. "Mind if I snap a photo?"

The receptionist smiled sweetly and I snapped the photo.