Kate and John were perfect. I felt every bone of my body tingle with the excitement of the setup. I can't believe I had never thought of it before. It was brilliant. I know that it seems contradictory for a woman as anti-relationship and men as I am to be so pro set-ups but they really give me a thrill. I figure that anyone who has had as bad a track record with men and heart break as I have has to get their thrills by watching others try and fail or (hopefully) succeed.
"Two champagnes and beer please," I ask the barman. I am really quite giggly and am starting to question the sensibleness of yet another glass of champagne when I catch John lean in and whisper something into Kate's ear as she smiles and rests her hand on his chest. True love was possible (although clearly not for me) and was blossoming right before my eyes.
"Make that three champagnes and a beer." This was worthy of real celebration. I downed one glass of champagne and was about to make my way across the floor to Kate and John with the other drinks when a hoard of suits knocked my back, led by Peters and Jones, the managing partners of ABC.
Champagne and beer burbled down the front of my no-longer-so-perfect-Friday night black dress with shirt underneath.
"I am so sorry young lady, look what I've done," said Peters or Jones, I could never remember which was which. Although I knew that Jones was the one who had been struck off for a while because of malpractice I could never remember whether he had the grey hair and glasses or the grey hair without the glasses.
"It's ok, my dress had a bad day anyway," I joked.
Uncle appeared from the back of the men laughing, "Ah Trixie, it's been a bit of a day all round for you hasn't it?"
"I guess that's one way of describing it."
"Gentleman can I introduce you to Trixie Allan. My niece and our newest Senior Associate. She is our pro-bono guru and is taking BCF by storm."
"The Federal Court too from what I hear…" a voice from someone I could not see. Ben moved out from behind Jones portly belly and faced me, "rough day love?"
Arrogant son-of-a.... I wanted to punch him. But I resisted.
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- Trixie Allan
- Melbourne, VIC, Australia
So Far...
I was a criminal lawyer slumming it in the Western Suburbs of Melbourne (Broadmeadows), defending crims and doing a bit of law reform lobbying.
Now I've sold my soul to a big city firm (BCF) for a fat pay packet and a billable hours target of 6.5 hours every day. My Uncle (a BCF partner) seduced me with a corporate salary and I was temporarily blinded by dollar signs.
My first task was a pro bono secondment at a community legal centre where I stupidly shagged Paul the graduate and was haunted by the ghost of 'Ben' (Mr Perfect).
On returning to the Collins St BCF I discovered that a couple of years doing criminal law in a Magistrates' Court does not make me a compentent litigation lawyer. I stuff up big time, have my self respect taken away and then find out that BCF is merging with ABC Laywers and I am going to have to work with dreaded Ben.
So, disillusioned, I continue, fighting my way through the mysteries of BCF life...
Now I've sold my soul to a big city firm (BCF) for a fat pay packet and a billable hours target of 6.5 hours every day. My Uncle (a BCF partner) seduced me with a corporate salary and I was temporarily blinded by dollar signs.
My first task was a pro bono secondment at a community legal centre where I stupidly shagged Paul the graduate and was haunted by the ghost of 'Ben' (Mr Perfect).
On returning to the Collins St BCF I discovered that a couple of years doing criminal law in a Magistrates' Court does not make me a compentent litigation lawyer. I stuff up big time, have my self respect taken away and then find out that BCF is merging with ABC Laywers and I am going to have to work with dreaded Ben.
So, disillusioned, I continue, fighting my way through the mysteries of BCF life...
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