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I had been employed at Smith and Associates for just over a year. As the most junior attorney in the law firm, I was usually assigned the lower level cases which didn't bring in the tons of money I had envisioned when I graduated from law school. But, I was willing to pay my dues and so, accepted whatever cases I could, mainly as a way of gaining experience in trial law. I quickly learned that "paying my dues" meant running errands for the senior partners in the firm, which required me to do all sorts of menial jobs such as researching judgments from past cases to bringing lunch to the senior associates whenever they were too lazy to leave the office. Usually, they treated me like a slave, but I took it all in stride and just went about becoming a good lawyer. Many nights, I left the office well after midnight because I was doing my best to complete the tasks the senior partners gave me while also trying to stay on top of my own case load. As you can imagine, working at least six days and nights a week didn't leave me with much of a social life. On my one day off, if you could call it that, I spent most of my time doing laundry, cleaning my apartment, visiting my parents, and answering mail. My social life equaled a big fat zero.

There was one senior partner, however, who treated me fairly. Of the four partners, Kim Williams was the nicest to me. I attended a birthday luncheon for her in the office last winter and I recall that she mentioned turning fifty-eight years old, which made her at least thirty years older than me. She was tall, had flaming red hair which she wore ...

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