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Jacinta explained I was here to photocopy (an unfortunately misleading slant on things), Casey managed to express her pleasure by pursing her lips together and dumping four binders of material in front of me. ‘By tomorrow,’ she ordered, minus a please.
    Get serious. I refused to be prostituted to the photocopier by Jacinta the Paper Pimp. So I said, ‘My aunt suggested I go to court with you sometime.’
    Casey cackled (she couldn’t even do ‘laughed sarcastically’) and explained that would be highly unlikely given she wasn’t paid to babysit.
    â€˜I’m afraid I’m going to need you to get up close and personal with Toshiba because Jacinta here can’t keep up with me. Just how I’m supposed to keep this firm afloat without proper support is beyond me.’ Dismissing us with a wave, she picked up the phone.
    I did get up close and personal with Toshiba. I was tempted to throw it out of the window only that would have meant I had to first push it out of the room, down the hall, past Casey’s office and into another office because the photocopier room had no windows. It didn’t have any ventilation either. So although I wanted a kebab for lunch, I opted for hot chips. I wasn’t going to risk bad breath when Jacinta and I were stuck in an airless dungeon.
    â€˜So what’s this file I’m copying?’ I asked Jacinta after lunch. ‘It’s a killer. I’m spending more time removing staples than I am copying.’
    â€˜Welcome to my world,’ she said.
    â€˜How old are you?’
    â€˜I’ll be eighteen in June. You?’
    â€˜Seventeen in March.’
    â€˜What year are you in?’
    â€˜Going into year twelve.’
    She cocked an eyebrow at me. ‘Well, your height’s misleading. But you’re still a high schooler.’ ‘You only just finished year twelve. You aren’t exactly a senior citizen.’ ‘Well, girls are more mature than boys. That’s a scientific fact.’
    â€˜Oh, great,’ I said with a laugh. ‘Don’t tell me you’re one of those hairy-armpit feminists who doesn’t shut up about women and men being equal by pointing out all our differences.’
    â€˜My armpits are perfectly hairless, thank you very much,’ she said and then giggled.
    â€˜I have two sisters and a tree-hugging mum. I also have five-year-old twin half-sisters who insist on being served first at dinner in the name of feminism.’
    â€˜Teach them when they’re young is what I say.’
    â€˜So whatever you plan to say about males and females won’t be original. I’ve heard it all before so save the Germaine Greer speeches for uni.’
    â€˜How many sisters did you say you have?’
    â€˜Four.’
    â€˜That explains a lot.’
    â€˜Anyway, if you hate all this so much, why do you do it? At least I’m forced to be here.’
    â€˜I’m going to study law, so it’s ideal to be working at a law firm. It’ll look great on my CV. I will have seen how a law firm works from the inside.’
    I picked up a piece of paper. ‘Duplicating trees? Sounds like a great way to learn about the law.’
    She rolled her eyes. ‘Yeah, I know. It’s mind-numbing stuff. Got to start somewhere, I suppose.’
    â€˜What are you copying anyway?’
    â€˜Discovery.’
    â€˜What’s that?’
    â€˜We’ve got to exchange documents with the other side.’
    â€˜So why the urgency?’
    â€˜We’re on a court timetable.’
    â€˜Does the court order you to exchange documents?’
    â€˜Yeah.’
    â€˜How does it know which ones are important?’
    She let out a laugh. ‘Are you cross-examining me? What’s with the million questions?’
    I shrugged. ‘What’s this case about?’
    â€˜I’m not sure. I just copy.’
    I shook my head and flicked through the contents of the