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slightly (That
bottle is more expensive than your retainer!).
    I took a sip from the glass and then made a
point of downing the rest of the pricey liquor in a single
gulp.
    “Ah, smooth,” I remarked as I raised the
glass slightly and pretended to admire it.
    “I’m glad you enjoyed it (I am not glad you
enjoyed it). I suppose you deserve a stiff drink after that trial
(I don’t know if you realize how expensive 60-year-old Scotch is or
if you’re just an idiot, but either way I will exact terrible
vengeance on you at some point in the future). The reason I called
you in today is that I wanted you to meet someone (Speaking of
vengeance…),” Caleb said. With a fake smile still plastered to his
face, he leaned to his left and pressed the intercom button. “Ms.
Pollock, has Christina Leopold arrived yet (Where is that
moron)?”
    “No, Mr. Hass. I think she might… oh,
actually I think I just saw her drive by. Would you like me to go
get her?” the receptionist’s crackling voice asked through the
intercom.
    “No, I’ll go flag her down (God she’s dumb),”
he answered before releasing the intercom button. “Would you like
to come out with me Nick (I didn’t forget about the whole albino
thing, I just wanted to highlight your physical weakness in the
hopes of giving you a complex)?”
    I declined the invitation while Caleb
pretended to suddenly remember my whole issue with sunlight and
feigned sympathy. I poured myself another glass of the ridiculously
expensive Scotch and lazily examined the office as I waited. There
were two bookcases on the wall to my right. The top rows were
filled with the standard legal books that could be found in any
lawyer’s office. I had been in his office many times before, but
for the first time I took note of the titles of the books on the
bottom rows of the two bookcases. They were not legal reference
books, but rather his personal collection. After reading the titles
for a few seconds I realized that something seemed out of place.
The books were not in alphabetical order, and after a moment I was
able to figure out his odd arrangement. He had organized his
personal collection by their position on the political spectrum. Das Kapital and some books by Bill Maher were on the left. Mein Kampf and the works of Ann Coulter were on the right. I
was still contemplating Caleb’s placement of A.A. Milne at the far
right of the bookcase when my boss returned to his office with a
young woman in tow.
    Christina Leopold was an attractive girl, but
she was far from a super model. Her skin was fair although not
nearly as pale as mine. Her hair was dirty blond and unkempt. She
was a little on the heavy side but was by no means fat. Much of her
excess weight had settled serendipitously into her bra, which was
protruding noticeably out of her poorly buttoned blouse. Everything
about her appearance indicated that she was frazzled and nervous.
She even leapt forward to shake my hand before Caleb had started
the introductions.
    “Nick, I’d like you to meet Christina Leopold
(Check out the rack on this one!). I was blown away by her when I
was interviewing applicants, and I just knew I had to have her (I
interviewed her towards the end of the day when I was pretty drunk.
It was probably a poor decision on my part but, again, just look at
that rack. Can you blame me?). She graduated at the top of her
class from John Marshall, provided three glowing recommendation
letters and wrote a real nice essay about what she hopes to do at
the firm (blah, blah…blah). I’d like you to take her under your
wing and show her all the excitement of being a defense attorney
(She’s your problem now. After I sobered up I realized it’s
probably a bad idea to have her around given that she has so
recently studied sexual harassment law. I already had enough
trouble with that call girl last year who I later found out was
turning tricks to pay for law school). You’re trying a triple D for
the Norton trial