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the guys that are strip-mining the Amazon or making cigarettes, are going to spend that money? Public interest?”
“I won't work for those types of clients.”
“You won't? Enjoy your honeymoon while it lasts, because this isn't your firm. You're a wage slave, just like the rest of us. You don't have equity. You're not a partner. The sooner you accept this, the sooner you'll be worrying about more important things.”
“Like what?”
“Like how to spend your blood money. You're not going to be making this money for long, so you better enjoy it while you can. Unless you get protection.”
Enough with this protection shit.
28
I VENTED WHILE Rhage painted.
She said, “That's ridiculous.”
“I know.”
“You work too hard to give your money back to anyone. I mean, it is blood money, but it's your sweat money too.”
“That's not what bothers me. It's the immorality.”
“If you quit, you'd be doing what they want you to do.”
“How's that?”
“You'd be a loser. Quitting after how many days have you been there? It's like you couldn't hack it.”
“You think?”
“I know. It's a scam, and you shouldn't let them screw you over.”
“So what do you suggest I do?”
“Whatever it takes to stay there. Beat them at their own game. Besides, we have plans together. To throw all of that away really doesn't accomplish anything.”
That night, a few strands fell out of my head when I brushed.
In bed, Rhage slept like a log. I didn't sleep all night.
29
“YOU WENT TO Columbia, right?” I could barely hear what Gladys said over the oinking pigs coming from her headphones.
That I did. “Yes.”
“You did good in criminal law?”
“Pretty good. I was a teacher's assistant and did the criminal clinical seminar.”
“Good. Be in your office tomorrow morning at eight. A client is gonna call you to do a four-hour research assignment.”
“I haven't done criminal law in almost one year.”
“Well, you have all night to jog your memory.”
“I didn't know we did criminal work.”
“Eight in the morning. Don't be late.”
***
I wouldn't wait until eight. I did prep work as soon as I took my morning dump.
I was on a coffee-fueled tear. Frantically reading encyclopedia-sized books like MASTERS ON CRIMINAL LAW , JOHNSON ON CRIMINAL LAW , CRIMINAL LAW TREATISES VOLUME XIX .
That night, I fought sleep, burned the midnight oil.
And fell asleep at my desk.
“Rufus.”
It was Tani.
I wiped the crust from my eyes. Shit. Had I missed the call? According to my phone light, I hadn’t.
Tani said, “Kind of early.”
“Never left.”
30
I STARED AT the phone
The clock read “10:00.”
Eight, my ass. I was done. I got up to leave. My checked-out library books? Fuck 'em.
The phone rang.
I rushed to it and answered. “Hello?”
A bro voice said, “Rufus?”
“Yes?”
“I never thought I'd get out. Go to your inbox and you'll see my situation. You get me some answers and fax me back in an hour.”
“I thought I had four hours.”
“Things change.”
He hung up.
Who was that? Maybe the inbox would tell me. I saw an electronic fax waiting.
The title.
“Burglary?”
31
IN THE LIBRARY, I waded through rows of books, pulling them off the shelves and piling them on a cart.
In my office, I typed like a madman, frequently thumbing through bunches of books.
At my printer, I saw a paper jam.
Of all times? Now? I fiddled with the printer to no avail. I kicked it and it spat out my work. I pounded a number in the fax machine and sent my work. The clock read “11:00.”
I paced and stared at my phone for feedback. At 1:00, I received it.
The phone rang and I picked up.
“Hello?”
“Rufus?”
“Hi. Did you get the fax?”
“Yes.”
“Is it what you wanted?”
He hung up on me.
32
“AND THEN DOUG got on the subway!” That was Enos. Laughing at some froofy bar for yet another attorney departure.
This time it was Xandra.
She didn't even
“I won't work for those types of clients.”
“You won't? Enjoy your honeymoon while it lasts, because this isn't your firm. You're a wage slave, just like the rest of us. You don't have equity. You're not a partner. The sooner you accept this, the sooner you'll be worrying about more important things.”
“Like what?”
“Like how to spend your blood money. You're not going to be making this money for long, so you better enjoy it while you can. Unless you get protection.”
Enough with this protection shit.
28
I VENTED WHILE Rhage painted.
She said, “That's ridiculous.”
“I know.”
“You work too hard to give your money back to anyone. I mean, it is blood money, but it's your sweat money too.”
“That's not what bothers me. It's the immorality.”
“If you quit, you'd be doing what they want you to do.”
“How's that?”
“You'd be a loser. Quitting after how many days have you been there? It's like you couldn't hack it.”
“You think?”
“I know. It's a scam, and you shouldn't let them screw you over.”
“So what do you suggest I do?”
“Whatever it takes to stay there. Beat them at their own game. Besides, we have plans together. To throw all of that away really doesn't accomplish anything.”
That night, a few strands fell out of my head when I brushed.
In bed, Rhage slept like a log. I didn't sleep all night.
29
“YOU WENT TO Columbia, right?” I could barely hear what Gladys said over the oinking pigs coming from her headphones.
That I did. “Yes.”
“You did good in criminal law?”
“Pretty good. I was a teacher's assistant and did the criminal clinical seminar.”
“Good. Be in your office tomorrow morning at eight. A client is gonna call you to do a four-hour research assignment.”
“I haven't done criminal law in almost one year.”
“Well, you have all night to jog your memory.”
“I didn't know we did criminal work.”
“Eight in the morning. Don't be late.”
***
I wouldn't wait until eight. I did prep work as soon as I took my morning dump.
I was on a coffee-fueled tear. Frantically reading encyclopedia-sized books like MASTERS ON CRIMINAL LAW , JOHNSON ON CRIMINAL LAW , CRIMINAL LAW TREATISES VOLUME XIX .
That night, I fought sleep, burned the midnight oil.
And fell asleep at my desk.
“Rufus.”
It was Tani.
I wiped the crust from my eyes. Shit. Had I missed the call? According to my phone light, I hadn’t.
Tani said, “Kind of early.”
“Never left.”
30
I STARED AT the phone
The clock read “10:00.”
Eight, my ass. I was done. I got up to leave. My checked-out library books? Fuck 'em.
The phone rang.
I rushed to it and answered. “Hello?”
A bro voice said, “Rufus?”
“Yes?”
“I never thought I'd get out. Go to your inbox and you'll see my situation. You get me some answers and fax me back in an hour.”
“I thought I had four hours.”
“Things change.”
He hung up.
Who was that? Maybe the inbox would tell me. I saw an electronic fax waiting.
The title.
“Burglary?”
31
IN THE LIBRARY, I waded through rows of books, pulling them off the shelves and piling them on a cart.
In my office, I typed like a madman, frequently thumbing through bunches of books.
At my printer, I saw a paper jam.
Of all times? Now? I fiddled with the printer to no avail. I kicked it and it spat out my work. I pounded a number in the fax machine and sent my work. The clock read “11:00.”
I paced and stared at my phone for feedback. At 1:00, I received it.
The phone rang and I picked up.
“Hello?”
“Rufus?”
“Hi. Did you get the fax?”
“Yes.”
“Is it what you wanted?”
He hung up on me.
32
“AND THEN DOUG got on the subway!” That was Enos. Laughing at some froofy bar for yet another attorney departure.
This time it was Xandra.
She didn't even
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