“We could put his ex-wife on the stand. She could vouch for his character.”
“They were married for thirty days.” I rolled my eyes and looked at the intern sitting next to her. “And that was ten years ago. Bob, what do you have?”
“It’s...It’s actually Bryan.”
“It’s whatever I say it is. What. Do. You. Have?”
“I was doing some research on his background and he apparently was reprimanded for breaking his university’s fire wall his senior year. We could start there and build a case around his past of anarchy...”
I sighed. “He’s our client, Bryan. Why would we intentionally make him look bad?”
He blinked.
I turned toward the last intern in the room, a petite brunette. “What do you suggest?”
“You’re not going to try to guess my name?” She smiled.
“I just realized that you weren’t my janitor today. What do you have?”
“This.” She slid a folder across the table. “If we’re trying to prove that he wasn’t in breach of his company’s policies when he took out his initial shares, we could use this case as a reference.”
I opened the folder, reading the first line of a case that was not only over a hundred years old, but it had been overturned by the Supreme Court decades ago.
“Did you all smoke the same drugs before your interviews?” I shook my head. “You’re in law school. A few years away from potentially having someone’s future in your hands and this is the type of shit you come up with?”
“With all due respect, Mr. Hamilton...” Bryan spoke up. “Is there even a right answer to this question? I mean...Is this one of those ha-ha this was just a test to see how our minds work things? Is there really an answer?”
“Yes.” I stood up.
“Really? What is it?”
“It’s go the f**k home.” I started stacking my papers. “All of you. Right now.”
“But—”
“Now.” I glared at them, waiting until they all left the room.
The second I was alone I let out a sigh and sat down again. I was better off letting Jessica help me out on this case. She didn’t know shit about the law but I was sure that she would at least try.
“Mr. Hamilton, I—” Aubrey stepped into the room with a cup of coffee. “Where did everyone go?”
“Home.” I took the cup from her, frustrated. “You’re free to go, too.”
“Are you ever going to formally give me my intern position back or am I forever stuck being your coffee and file organizer?”
“You’re also in charge of taking phone calls. That’s a responsibility you shouldn’t take lightly.”
“I’m serious...” She rolled her eyes. “As much as I enjoy having sex with you every morning with your coffee, I would like to go back to feeling like I actually have a purpose here.”
“Fine.” I took a sip from my cup. “Have you been keeping up with my current case?”
She nodded.
“Great,” I said dryly. “How do you think I should proceed?”
“I think you need to first get ahold of the man who erased your client’s identity.”
“What? What are you talking about?”