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satin shell underneath and
had almost killed herself getting into her pantyhose this morning.
She wore simple black pumps and her long auburn hair was in a
French twist. A car honked and she ignored it until it honked
again. Thinking it was probably some idiot, she turned to give the
driver the finger. She caught herself just in time from flicking
off Pam Gilbert.
"Good Luck, McKenna!" Pam shouted as
she drove by and they exchanged waves. That was a first, Kenna
thought.
She turned back to the courthouse,
walked up the steps, and pulled open the heavy front doors. She
found the building directory and took the stairs to the second
floor District Attorney Office, consisting of three rooms and the
Keeneston Law Library. She entered a room that was a mix of old
school attorney with a hint of criminal. The leather seats in the
waiting room were bolted down and a chest high desk separated the
secretary from the waiting room. Overall, the room looked warm, but
not so warm that the people swearing out warrants wanted to hang
out. A woman who looked no-nonsense in khakis and a light blue
sweater sat with a pinched face, probably from the tight bun she
had pulled her hair back in. Her age could be anywhere from
twenty-five to fifty-five.
She looked up from the computer, "Can
I help you?" she snapped at Kenna.
"Yes, I am McKenna Mason. I have an
appointment with Mr. Burns," Kenna answered with a slight smile on
her face. She was pretty sure if she used charm, this woman would
toss her out on her ass before she could even interview. The lady
held up a finger to indicate she should wait, but didn't offer her
to sit down. So McKenna stood waiting while the lady picked up the
phone and told the person on the other end of the line that “A Miss
Mason is here for her appointment.”
Kenna must have passed the first
round. Because when the happy greeter looked up after putting the
phone down, she pointed to a door behind the desk, "Go on in," and
went back to her typing.
McKenna pushed through the swinging
half door attached to the desk and walked to the back office. She
knocked on the door and took one final deep breath to calm herself.
She heard a gruff voice call for her to come in. She opened the
door and walked in to meet her potential boss.
Very old school, Kenna thought, as she
took a quick glance on her way across the room. She made her way to
a set of leather chairs in front of an old massive legal desk. Mr.
Burns was a man in his early fifties and had thinning brown hair
turning gray. As he stood to greet her, Kenna realized he was
actually much shorter than she thought. He probably stood at only
five foot, eight inches and it looked like he had worked hard on
the pot belly that hung out over his belt. He had huge round
glasses and a neatly trimmed gray mustache and looked to be
friendly enough now, but Kenna could definitely tell he'd be a
monster in the courtroom. Between him and his secretary, it was no
wonder they had the lowest deadbeat parent standing in the state.
Everyone paid because no one wanted to come pay child support to
Miss Sunshine in the office, or go up against an aggressive Mr.
Magoo in the courtroom.
"Miss Mason, it's nice to meet you. I
am Tom Burns," he said as he held out his hand over his desk. Kenna
shook it and they both sat in their respective corners. He eyed her
over his massive desk and she sat as tall as possible in the old
chair.
"It's nice to meet you, too. I have
been looking forward to this since I received your email setting
the date for our interview," Kenna smiled. She knew better than to
use her fake happy smile. She figured both Miss Sunshine and Mr.
Magoo saw enough bullshit to know when to spot it.
"I'll cut right to the point. You have
an impressive resume. Top 25% of your class from Syracuse
University. An elite job at one of the biggest firms in New York
City. An impressive amount of wins and large settlements during
your time there. But, here is what bothers me. There are
had almost killed herself getting into her pantyhose this morning.
She wore simple black pumps and her long auburn hair was in a
French twist. A car honked and she ignored it until it honked
again. Thinking it was probably some idiot, she turned to give the
driver the finger. She caught herself just in time from flicking
off Pam Gilbert.
"Good Luck, McKenna!" Pam shouted as
she drove by and they exchanged waves. That was a first, Kenna
thought.
She turned back to the courthouse,
walked up the steps, and pulled open the heavy front doors. She
found the building directory and took the stairs to the second
floor District Attorney Office, consisting of three rooms and the
Keeneston Law Library. She entered a room that was a mix of old
school attorney with a hint of criminal. The leather seats in the
waiting room were bolted down and a chest high desk separated the
secretary from the waiting room. Overall, the room looked warm, but
not so warm that the people swearing out warrants wanted to hang
out. A woman who looked no-nonsense in khakis and a light blue
sweater sat with a pinched face, probably from the tight bun she
had pulled her hair back in. Her age could be anywhere from
twenty-five to fifty-five.
She looked up from the computer, "Can
I help you?" she snapped at Kenna.
"Yes, I am McKenna Mason. I have an
appointment with Mr. Burns," Kenna answered with a slight smile on
her face. She was pretty sure if she used charm, this woman would
toss her out on her ass before she could even interview. The lady
held up a finger to indicate she should wait, but didn't offer her
to sit down. So McKenna stood waiting while the lady picked up the
phone and told the person on the other end of the line that “A Miss
Mason is here for her appointment.”
Kenna must have passed the first
round. Because when the happy greeter looked up after putting the
phone down, she pointed to a door behind the desk, "Go on in," and
went back to her typing.
McKenna pushed through the swinging
half door attached to the desk and walked to the back office. She
knocked on the door and took one final deep breath to calm herself.
She heard a gruff voice call for her to come in. She opened the
door and walked in to meet her potential boss.
Very old school, Kenna thought, as she
took a quick glance on her way across the room. She made her way to
a set of leather chairs in front of an old massive legal desk. Mr.
Burns was a man in his early fifties and had thinning brown hair
turning gray. As he stood to greet her, Kenna realized he was
actually much shorter than she thought. He probably stood at only
five foot, eight inches and it looked like he had worked hard on
the pot belly that hung out over his belt. He had huge round
glasses and a neatly trimmed gray mustache and looked to be
friendly enough now, but Kenna could definitely tell he'd be a
monster in the courtroom. Between him and his secretary, it was no
wonder they had the lowest deadbeat parent standing in the state.
Everyone paid because no one wanted to come pay child support to
Miss Sunshine in the office, or go up against an aggressive Mr.
Magoo in the courtroom.
"Miss Mason, it's nice to meet you. I
am Tom Burns," he said as he held out his hand over his desk. Kenna
shook it and they both sat in their respective corners. He eyed her
over his massive desk and she sat as tall as possible in the old
chair.
"It's nice to meet you, too. I have
been looking forward to this since I received your email setting
the date for our interview," Kenna smiled. She knew better than to
use her fake happy smile. She figured both Miss Sunshine and Mr.
Magoo saw enough bullshit to know when to spot it.
"I'll cut right to the point. You have
an impressive resume. Top 25% of your class from Syracuse
University. An elite job at one of the biggest firms in New York
City. An impressive amount of wins and large settlements during
your time there. But, here is what bothers me. There are
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