Yes And Something Feels Different

I always been so bad at my job. Getting C grades and graduating from my state college cause I wasn't good enough for those elite schools like Harvard. Even I was shocked that I passed the state bar the 5th time to finally get my dream job as a defense lawyer.... That's what happened right? My eyes flutter open snapping myself back into reality as I feel lighter, almost like all this stress in my back has been released. But why would I be stressed? I look around the grey sad prison room as reality sinks back in as I see my client. But why is he standing and I am on the floor?

"Sorry um sir? I am so sorry where were we in our conversation?" My mind feels warm and in a way mushy, I just remember walking into this room and sitting but.... why do I feel like I am missing something more?

"It's ok cutie after all its your first case ever right?" My defendant reminds me. He is right how can I be so stupid... its my first case ever and I am already messing it up. I got this case after begging my co worker over and over. It was embarrassing.

"I am so sorry sir I don't even know what came over me its like I had a massive brain fart." My face feels so flushed. Is it really ok for him to call me a cutie? I put my hands on my head feeling how warm it is. I finally stand up brushing off the dust on my clothes. I must've tripped or something right?

"No no please call me Aiden I prefer it that way so it is a little more intimate." He ask. Intimate? Who the hell does this guy think he is? For some reason my head feels on fire like it is arguing against me but I can't find anyway to object such a reasonable request.

"Ok... if you feel more comfortable with me calling you that then I guess I have no issue." I reply with no more resistance. Aiden smiles at me smiling like he won the lottery.

"Good girl. Now since its your first ever case. Why don't you file a special order with the warden to have me work outside the prison with you. After all it seems like I have more experienced than you in this." He reasons.

"I can do that? I didn't know you can issue a court order with the prison." How could I be so dumb... like I am a good lawyer right?

"Yeah silly. Jeez to think you actually passed the bar on your 5th time." He smirks.

"Wait how do you know that." I ask feeling a little pit in my stomach. He shrugs at me casually. This whole conversation since the moment I got here just feels WRONG.

"Sweetheart don't worry about that. You just do your little job with the warden so that I can help you work on this case." He is right I don't know better it was lucky I even go this case right? Everything he is saying sounds responsible.

"Now let's do something about that outfit of yours." My outfit what is wrong with my outfit after all its professional and respectful. However my thought gets interrupted as I watch Aiden grab a pair of scissors. Wait scissors why does that feel fami-