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Cabot and Associates; Monday [ 05/18 ].

Dressed to her best to proudly represent the Associates part of all this, Turtle was finally coming in for work. It felt like it took forever for Monday to get here, but now it was, and she was ready for it! It was a little surreal, sitting behind the desk and thinking that she was actually employed by someone else for a change, but it was exciting, too! She was tempted to work on seeing if files needed organizing, but knew that was just an excuse to snoop a little and revel in all the delicious legal goodness, so she held off on that for right now and just brushed up on law documents available on the Intrawebz.

She's only just sat down for five minutes and already this job rocked.

The Law Offices of Cabot and Associates
LEGAL SERVICES • LEGAL AID

So very open.

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She's there and she's ready to serve you and the law!

Outside the office the sound of barking and shouting cod be heard.

Turtle might want to take cover.

Turtle thought maybe she'd imagined the barking, or that maybe it was just some random person's dog. Plenty of people had dogs. But somewhere deep inside of her she still knew that bark.

The fact that it was accompanied with shouts and was coming closer only confirmed it.

Crap. Turtle swallowed and rushed to the door, not only locking it, but blocking it with her body, as if that, too, could stave off the massive weight that was going to probably try to run into it.

Wasn't the whole point of give Dor that beast so she wouldn't have to deal with it anymore?

Apparently Nana didn't get the memo because there she was at the door pushing against it with her giant head.

At the other end of the leash was Dor trying to pull her away.

"Nana! No! Bad dog!"

Here, Turtle faced a dilemma. Because there was a good chance that no matter how much she tried to barricade that door, Nana would still make it through, one way or another. And, for the most part, she'd rather not have to explain why the door was busted down on her first day.

Granted, the interior damage involved in opening the door could be just as bad.

There was no way to win, except in one rare situation where Dor might actually be able to get the dog away.

"Dooooo~oor!" she called out through the...well, door. "What do you need? I'm not letting that thing in here!"

"What I want is this dog to SIT! SIT!" Dor shouted. "SIT!"

"Sit, Nana, sit!" Turtle called out through the door. "Sit or I'm locking you in the closet!"

Hey, it....okay, that never worked before, either, but maybe she'd recognize the voice or something?

She paused before asking, "Is she sitting?"

And that would be when Nana began to howl.

"No! She- NANA! NO!"

And that's when the dog really pushed against the door.

"Nana," Turtle moaned in desperation. "Noooooooooo. Don't break down the door on my first daaaaay!"

She'd have to open it; she'd just have to. Turtle closed her eyes to gather her courage, counted to ten, and then unlocked the door. She pulled it open quickly, dashing behind it so that she wasn't just standing there in Nana's path when she tumbled in.

And as soon as the door opened...

Nana plodded into the room at a quiet gait and then laid down on the floor in front of Turtle's desk.

Almost as if she were a good dog.

Dor regarded the whole thing suspiciously. "I swear that dog is messing with my head."

Turtle just glared at the dog from her safe-spot behind the door.

"Do you believe me yet?" she asked Dor. "About her being evil?"

"I don't think so," Dor replied. "She usually just gets this way when... well honestly I think she just misses you and Jeff."

And as if on cue the dog let out a large sigh.

"No," Turtle said, firmly, scowling at the dog. "No. You are guilting me about dumping you on Dor."

"Wait. You're the one who dumped her on me?" Dor asked incredulously. "This was your idea?"

"Well, no," Turtle said. "It was a mutual agreement."

And that got another look. "So it was both your idea to give me a dog and porn?"

Turtle's jaw dropped.

"I didn't say anything about porn!"

"But Jeff said it was an early birthday gift!" Dor flailed. "I didn't want a dog!"

And a brief second later.

"Or porn!"

Lies.

"I can't believe he gave you his porn!"

Seriously. Turtle was astonished that Jeff would part with it.

And all she got was a lousy breakup and a mega-guilt trip. And people yelling at her.

Not that she wanted the porn, either. It was the principle of the thing.

"Do you want it back?" Dor asked.

"No! You can keep it, trust me. Ugh."

Dor flailed a bit realizing what he just asked. "Um. Right. I'll just go now. C'mon Nana. Let's leave."

Nana just stared at Dor and continued to drool on the floor.

Dor sighed and tugged on the leash. With a slow heavy sigh, Nana got up and trodded to the door.

Turtle frowned a little, and not just because there was now a big puddle of drool on the floor.

"Well...thanks for stopping in, I guess, Dor..."

Her name's on the sign, so there might be a chance she's in an available.

Edited 2009-05-18 16:28 (UTC)

Alex Cabot was here, and Alex was bored. Two weeks since she'd been in a courtroom. Maybe she could set up a mock court here. For the students.

At least she wasn't bored enough to start filling out frivolous lawsuits.

... yet.

"Hello, Miss Cabot!" Turtle greeted her with a smile. "How are you today?"

A basic greeting, underlined with a very well masked desperation of how am I doing, how am I doing, forget that I've only been here this one day and not even so far for that long, either, how am I doing?.

"Good," Alex said, unable to avoid giving the girl a grin. "So is this every bit as exciting as you'd hoped?"

They'd probably have work eventually.

"Even better!" Turtle chirped brightly, and she actually meant it. She'd been looking forward to today all week, after all, and even the fact that she didn't really have anything to do did not negate the fact that she was just about bursting with yayness (which was totally a word) the whole time. "If there's anything at all you need, just let me know, Miss Cabot."

"You're either a fabulous liar, or the kind of person who reads case files just for the hell of it," Alex laughed. Not unkindly. She herself fit one of those categories, if not both.

"Well, I am a lawyer."

Which meant it was either column A or insane. Or both, really.

"Touché," Alex grinned. "How did you end up prosecuting a murder case, may I ask?"

"It was all...really bizarre," Turtle said. "I'm not sure how to explain without probably talking your ear off. Right place, right time sort of thing, but I think Old Man Westing might have actually planned it to work out that way." She shook her head. "He was crazy, but brilliant."

"Was he a lawyer?" she asked, frowning as she tried to remember the specifics. "No, he was ... he was the victim of the case, wasn't he?"

Turtle nodded. "That's right. But it was all a part of his will. His will was basically one big game to figure out who killed him, and it culminated into a trial."

"You would think, if he knew who was going to kill him, he would have called the cops instead of playing games with his will," Alex mused. "I guess that's part of the crazy-but-brilliant thing."

Turtle nodded. "Two sides to the same coin," she said. There was the whole fact that he wasn't really dead, but she couldn't tell Miss Cabot that.

Hell, Alex was faking her own death. She would have understood the need for privacy on such things.

"Was that your first experience with the law?" she asked. "Or did you grow up around it?"

"That was kind of my first experience with it," Turtle admitted, which made her feel a little sad. "Before that, business was kind of my thing. I practically learned how to read from the Wall Street Journal."

Alex nodded. "Which explains you owning a shop in town," she said. "We have a few day traders in the family. They seem even more stressed than I am. You'd think the Journal was a Bible."

Turtle blinked, tilting her head. "You mean it isn't?"

"Afraid not," Alex laughed. This, from someone who had the ABA Journal as her homepage. "So are you thinking of corporate law, then? Or did prosecuting your first case lure you to the dark side?"

"Exactly," Turtle chuckled a little. "I don't think there's anything better than the feeling of being up there, in front of the court..."

Not even sex, actually, which was very good to know, since Turtle's five-year plan now included a very strict No Boyfriends clause.

"And definitely corporate. I like business, and I understand it; I think murders and stuff like that might get pretty overwhelming after a while. It was a hard trial..."

Being only fourteen and being incredibly close to the person you were not only accusing but who had 'died' in the process of the whole elaborate thing....

It was better than sex. Winning cases, sending pedophiles to jail, destroying someone's testimony on the stand ... nothing else felt that alive, to Alex.

"Murders can take a lot out of you," Alex agreed. "Sex crimes, too. The living victims can be even harder than the dead ones. If you've got a good head for business, you can make serious money as a corporate attorney. I'm not sure how much of the inside of a courtroom you'd get to see, since a lot of places would rather pay off settlements than risk a judgment. Unless you're the big gun they call in when they need to deliver an ass-kicking."

Turtle smiled, just a little. "Of course I'll be the big gun."

Seriously, Turtle working somewhere other than Turtle & Canary is really, really surreal.

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