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Chapter 1 – Garrett
Marks, Sanchez & Reed.
As I pull up to the law firm where it seems I’ll be spending the next however many years of my life, I squint at the name on the office building, still not sure how I feel about it. I try to imagine it saying Mark, Sanchez, Reed & Mack.
It’s the “& Mack” part that gives me pause, since I’m the Mack. One half of me feels proud at the potential thought of seeing my name alongside such legal giants at a big posh law firm such as this, while the other half of me wants to throw up for being such a sell out. I guess you could say I have fucking mixed feelings about the whole matter.
I take the elevator up to the fifteenth floor, where a receptionist greets me.
“Mr. Mack?” he asks, standing up and coming around to my side of his desk. “My name is Claude and I’ve been expecting you. It’s very nice to meet you.”
I shake his hand, but I’m thinking, this guy will have to go if I’m to work here.
I already have my own receptionist. And I prefer to have females work for me. When I get bored in between working on cases, it’s also nice to have a flirty conversation with a female assistant, or at least check out her ass as she walks out of my office to bring me another file. I’ve never really understood the point of hiring male assistants.
But then again, I’ve never understood a lot of things that normal law firms do. That’s probably why I’ve never worked at them.
Claude leads me to a conference room where three men are already seated, waiting to meet me. I know that they’re Asher Marks, Cameron “Ron” Sanchez and Jameson “Jim” Reed, the founding partners of the firm.
“Garrett!” Asher says, standing up to shake my hand, as do the other two. We were all in law school together, but it’s been a while since I’d seen them. When I do see them, it’s often as opposing counsel in court, since I tend to represent “little guy” plaintiffs while they usually represent what I’ve always thought of as big, evil corporations.
“There’s fresh coffee if you need anything,” Claude says, as he retreats towards the door. “Let me know if you need anything else.”
“Fancy seeing you here,” Cameron says, as they sit back down at their seats and I choose my own.
“I know it is,” I tell them, partly embarrassed that life circumstances have brought me here, while at the same time, grateful for the opportunity. “I made my legal career out of being a rogue independent. But I thought it was time to join society and hook up with a firm.”
They laugh, and I’m glad they don’t press the issue of why I’m here talking to them today. I’m sure they know enough about me— just as I know enough about them— to have weighed the pros and cons and decided to proceed. The real reason I’m here is that my father said the firm, where he’s been a partner for a long time, was looking to expand and that I should join up. Although he’s quite old and half senile, I think he got this one right.
Some good and bad things had happened as the result of my stubborn insistence on owning and running my own law firm. The good thing is that I won some big cases and a hell of a lot of money. If it weren’t for that, I don’t think that these three lawyers would be interested in partnering with me, whether my old man was already a partner at their firm or not.
The bad thing is that I fucked up some other stuff, which I don’t really need to go into detail about, because who likes to recount their losses? Let’s just say that I have the tendency to either win big or lose big. And also the tendency to mix business with pleasure a little too often.
“I know that we’ve already sent over the proposed partnership agreement,” Asher says. “It’s pretty standard stuff and we’re looking to have it start nearly immediately. As you know, our firm has been doing well. We won a large case for a large client— Damien Hudson, the toy company owner, who actually offices here with us and runs his business for at least part of the time out of our offices, so that we can best keep up with his many different legal matters.”
“Yes,” I say, and here I turn to Cameron Sanchez, who is not only Asher’s law partner but his best friend since they were in grade school. “Congratulations on that big win, Cameron.”
“Thank you,” Ron says, and then looks at Asher as if to say, at least someone acknowledges my contribution to our achievements. “It has opened up a lot of opportunities for our firm and in looking into expanding, we were happy to see you were interested.”