The Overtime Clause
I was twenty-three years old, married two years, and pushing a commercial vacuum across the fifty-third floor of a law firm at eleven at…
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I was twenty-three years old, married two years, and pushing a commercial vacuum across the fifty-third floor of a law firm at eleven at…
The truffle bazaar smells like dirt and machine oil this early.
Okay so let me set the scene, because honestly this whole thing started with a fridge.
I turned fifty-two in March and I celebrated by buying myself a new coffee maker and sleeping in.
I want to start with the memo, because the memo is the whole reason for what happened on the nineteenth floor of Blaine & Rodgers on a…
Lloyd Peck was fifty-two years old and he had never served on a jury in his life.
The elevator opened on fourteen and the hall smelled like old carpet and floor wax.
The package sat on my passenger seat for the whole drive downtown, and I kept glancing at it like it might open itself.
Shelby was thirty-four years old and she had the malt spiel down to a science.
The barn smelled like machine oil and old beans on Tuesday.
The flyer said the language exchange met Thursdays at the Railway Museum.
The skiff bumped against the dock and I grabbed the piling before I went in the water, which would have been a fine way to end fifty-four…
I am sixty-three years old, I work as an analyst at a law firm, and on a Tuesday evening in Lyon I put on a dress I had not worn in eleven…
I was on my knees in the fire hall kitchen, scrubbing the floor under the stove, when Vincent started his drill in the main bay.
I sat in my car three blocks from the hotel and argued with my reflection in the visor mirror.
Clark killed the fern on a Monday.
*This one came from a weird day where I kept thinking about courthouse hallways after hours, all that institutional authority, just…
I'm sixty-three years old and I pour coffee for a living, or at least part of a living.
Dear Carlton, You think I was impressed.
Addison Kell, twenty-eight, office manager at Brightwell & Grange, had been losing to Aris Jeffries for two years and could not tell you…
Summit Echo, Route of Cinder, Cobalt Ticket, Journal of Laurel
Law office stories, from quick reads to long series.
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Most law office stories take 13 to 23 minutes, and the average is 18. Sort by shortest to start small, or follow a series to get each part as it lands.