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    â€˜Sure,’ she said distractedly, standing up. She grabbed a notepad and a pen. ‘Follow me, I’ll take you to Jacinta. I’ve really got to get moving.’ As we walked down the hall she added, ‘I’ll tell Casey to keep you in mind when she goes to court next. She’s our workers’ compensation and personal injury specialist.’
    â€˜Do you do criminal law?’
    â€˜No, not really. Why? Were you hoping for some Law & Order type action?’
    â€˜Well yeah, of course,’ I said, a little too enthusiastically. I quickly shrugged, like I didn’t care either way.
    She laughed. ‘Sorry to disappoint you, Noah. But the real legal world isn’t that exciting. We’re just a small firm here. Pretty simple, low-profile cases.’
    Great.
    We walked into a room with two photocopiers, two printers, some filing cabinets and a row of bookshelves. It was warm and stuffy and Jacinta was at the photocopier, her sleeves rolled up, copying a document. She seemed stressed and gave us a startled look when she noticed us.
    â€˜Jacinta, this is my nephew, Noah. He’s going to be spending his holidays here. Kind of on work experience. I’ve got a meeting with the Cowls now so could you please show him around the office and give him a bit of an orientation? He’s happy to help out with the photocopying.’
    â€˜Yeah, sure,’ Jacinta said, flashing Aunt Nirvine a big smile. She was cute (Jacinta, not my aunt). She had a tiny smattering of freckles across her porcelain-white cheeks. Her eyes were light hazel and an interesting shape. I guessed her parents were mixed race. Although I was mixed race myself (Dad was born in Egypt and Mum was born in the UK), I’d missed out on looking ‘exotic’. Dad insisted that my wanting to look exotic was an ‘Orientalist fantasy’. When I was younger he would tuck me into bed and read aloud passages of Edward Said’s book Orientalism while other parents were reading Harry Potter to their kids.
    The one good thing about my parents procreating was that I got Dad’s olive complexion and Mum’s sandy blonde hair. I’m also really tall and built pretty solid (okay, that’s a lie, I was built skinny and owe the solid part to weekends at Jim’s Gym). Apart from that, I’m about as average-looking as you can get.
    I tried to avert my eyes from Jacinta. The last thing I wanted was for her to think I was some desperate, girl-crazy high school kid.
    â€˜Okay then, Noah,’ my aunt said. ‘I’ll leave you in Jacinta’s capable hands. I’ll see you later. Bye.’
    She walked out and I turned to Jacinta, whose smile had transformed into a grimace.
    â€˜Like I have time,’ she muttered.
    â€˜Hey, I’m not here to be a burden on anyone. I don’t need to meet people.’
    â€˜Yeah, well, if the boss makes a request you’ve got no choice. I’m just swamped at the moment. Come on then.’ She sighed. ‘I’ll give you a quick tour.’
    â€˜Whatever.’ I shrugged and followed her.
    A cute girl with attitude. How original.
    The place was pissing me off already. Everybody was in a bad mood with the exception of Aunt Nirvine, who seemed only too happy to flick me onto somebody else. And the worst part about it all was that I wouldn’t even get a chance to do some exciting cases. The accused murderers and toxic chemical companies were probably in the sandstone building next door.

 
    Well it didn’t look like there would be much chance of me seeing any courtroom action given that Casey was the ‘cow’ Jacinta had been referring to earlier that morning. In fact, Jacinta had a whole list of adjectives to describe Casey and using any one of them would probably have had her jobless in less time than it took to photocopy a document.
    Casey didn’t smile. She frowned a lot. Rolled her eyes constantly. When