| Just Another Day at the Office Chapter 1 |
| "Justice can you come in here, please?" "Yes father", I replied. "What do you have planned for your summer holidays?" my dad asked. "Well, I�m going to stay off campus, I suppose, and move back when semester starts again. Why, do you want me to work at the firm again?", I asked. "Well since you need to get some hands-on experience before your second year at Harvard starts, would you mind working for a very good client of mine?", my dad asked. "Sure I guess, so it�s experience right? So when do I meet this client?" I asked. "Well, you can go for a interview, even though you already have the job, well, just to meet him tomorrow, alright sweetheart?", my dad asked. "Yes father, so what will I have to do?", I asked. "Well, just secretarial work, most of all, just to get a better experience with the work place", my dad said. "Okay, so tomorrow it is" I said. Gosh, what a way to spend the summer. Well, I should be used to working all year round. Every summer since I was 13, while the other children were playing outside or swimming, I would go with my parents to their law firm. My whole family has been orientated with the law for generations. Everyone is either a judge or lawyer or attorney in our family, and I was brought up in it, so I grew attached to it. During high school, I didn�t have much of a social life, I only focused on my school work and it paid off, I guess, I was head of my class, but sometimes I wonder how things might have been if I had had a social life, or had done things kids or teenagers do. Instead when I was younger I would either be doing school work or be stuck at one of my parents snobby dinners or cocktail parties. I don�t mind working all the time, though, because that�s all I know. I am in my second year of university and I just turned 21. I go to Harvard university. I�m taking, yup, you guessed it; Law. People think it�s so ironic that my parents named me justice, since I�m into law, but I don�t know, sometimes I wish I could go to a frat party or go clubbing but I guess it�s not for me. . . *the next day* "Justice, are you ready to go?", my dad asked. "Yup, I�m just getting ready. Wait outside, daddy" I yelled down. I was wearing a short black skirt with a white blouse shirt, and silk red tie. My dark black hair was pinned up with some curls loosely falling down. I grabbed my briefcase and left. "So, dad, where is this place, in the valley or what?" I asked curiously after driving for hours. "We are almost there Justice, be patient�, my dad said. Half an hour later, we reached the place. "Dad, what the. . . ?" I said, kind of surprised. "What is it, Justice?" my dad said, as we entered the big gates to a huge building that said MJJ PRODUCTIONS on the gate. "Isn�t that Michael Jacksons association or something?" I asked. "Yes, I was going over some paper work with him, and he said he was hiring a law student to help with paper work and such, and I told him I had a very responsible law student daughter, who could do the job. He loved the idea of helping me out" My dad said, smiling. "Oh, I see" I said, trying to hold on in excitement that I was going to meet the King of Pop. Even though I hadn�t paid any attention to the entertainment industry, I couldn�t deny who I was going to be working for. All of my friends back at home would die if they knew who I was seeing. They think he is so amazing and hot. I don�t know, I just don�t really see it. Well, Michael is the best in the biz and I liked his songs, but I had never grown attached to anything but work in the past. . . . "Dad, I�m nervous" I said, which is something I rarely ever am. "Don�t be. Let�s go in his office now" my dad said. "Hey Mike", my dad said, as he opened the door to a hunormous office, with someone talking on the phone hidden behind a huge black chair. "Heyyy Ricky, come, take a seat", Michael said, as his chair swung around and he hung up the phone. "Michael, this is my daughter Justice" my dad said. "Hello, nice to meet you", Michael said, smiling at me, and reaching out his hand to shake mine. "It�s an honour to be working for you, Mr Jackson" I said, feeling BUTTERFLIES in my stomach. "I�ve heard so much great stuff about you, Justice. I understand you�re a very hard-working, dedicated law student. How is university?" Michael asked. "Thank you, Mr Jackson, it�s going really well" I said. "Hey, don�t call me Mr Jackson, it makes me sound as old as I really am. Call me Michael. . .",he said, as he smiled at me. I just smiled back at him. I guess I can see what my friends say about him being cute. He ain�t that bad, he is kinda cute. "Well, I�ll leave Justice here, and Justice, do you want me to pick you up, or will you drive the BMW home?" my dad asked. "No, it�s okay, I�ll drive home" I said. "Bye Just, bye Michael. I�ll talk to you later" my dad said, shaking Michael�s hand, and walking out the door. It felt so akward, with just me and Michael. I don�t know what had come over me. "So, Justice, what else do you like to do?" Michael asked me. "Well, school leaves me with very little time, Mr. ., I mean Michael" I said. "Come on now, a pretty women like yourself doesn�t like to party or have fun? I am having a hard time believing that one", Michael said, smiling. His smile was pretty amazing. . . "Well, I do like dancing, I guess, but I haven�t been in a while" I said, smiling at him. "Ohh, maybe one day, when it�s not to hectic around here, we can bust some moves!" Michael said, winking at me. "Sure, I would love that" I smiled. "Well, I�ll show you to your office, okay? It�s the third door on your right. I hope it�s alright" Michael said, looking at me as I walked in. "Yes, it�s very nice in here. Pretty big. I�m use to having a dorm room, not a ballroom for a office." I laughed. I could see Michael checking me out through the corner of his eye. I looked back at him, and he just looked back up. "So, if you need anything, let me know. Lunch is at 12:00, so if you want to join me, just give me a knock, okay?" Michael said. "Yes, I would like that" I said, looking at him, not meaning to glance him up and down. He did look fine, though. He had on a white shirt with a black silk tie and loose black pants with his hair tied back. . . I had better get started, I thought. I opened up the program on the computer, and it had a short list of things for me to do. I had to organize files, so I walked out of my office to the large filing cabinet. Here, what seemed to be hundreds of people were hurrying around the large office, some on the phone, some going over different documents on the computer, but all of them seemed to be running around trying to get work done. I was walking to the cabinet when I dropped a folder. It�s papers fell out all over the place. "Dammit", I mumbled to myself. "Here ya go. I�m sorry about that" Michael said, as he knelt down to help me pick up the papers. "Thank you. No, it�s not your fault I was in a rush. I�m sorry about that." I said, standing back up. �No, don�t be sorry, it was my mistake. I wasn�t paying attention. If you need any help, just come to my office, okay?" Michael said, as he walked away. ** I went to the cabinet to get to work.....She is a very beautiful girl, well, fine is more like it...Wait, what am I thinking?! I�m old enough to be her dad! I shouldn�t even let this cross my mind, but I can�t help it. She keeps looking over at me, smiling. . . |