¶ … opens with Jack sitting behind a desk in a small dark office. The office is lit only by a small desk lamp. On either end of the desk is a stack of files, about two feet high. Jack is positioned between the two stacks but his head does not even reach halfway up the stacks, thus he is dwarfed by these files- they appear much more likely to do him in than vice versa. In between the stacks of files on the desk, Jack is working on an opened file, with a pencil in his right hand and his left hand supporting/massaging his forehead. In the foreground of the desk is a can of Diet Coke and a freshly lit cigarette in a small, round, black acrylic ash tray. Jack is wearing a white button down shirt with a red tie, loosened, and the sleeves rolled to forearms. The rest of the office, no more than 10-foot by 12-foot, is somewhat disheveled, though the mess is hard to really discern because of the darkness of the room. There are two empty chairs, a garbage pail overflowing with crumpled paper and a few dozen more files stacked on the floor of the office. There are no windows in the office.
How in the hell did it get to this? I have seventeen active files in this office and no less than ten of them are either already pending Bar complaints or will be in the next few weeks. Watson here says I owe her $2,000.00 back, Schwartz over there says $5,000.00…so does Mitchell. Rossen says I owe her like a hundred grand, but she's nuts. Unfortunately for her every time she opens up her mouth, she proves it.
I did pretty good work for Rossen, but there was just no making her happy. But, still, I should have gotten that paper from the court letting me withdraw from her case. It's like my old boss Ken used to say, "Jack, these clients will ruin you…you have to document EVERYTHING!" I didn't listen…well, actually I did listen, in fact, I listened good! My problem was I didn't follow through on his advice. When Rossen told me she wasn't willing to comply with my demands to her to remain as her lawyer, I did nothing. I was supposed to withdraw from her case but I did nothing. Now she lost her case with her new retard lawyer and she's screaming to the Bar that I abandoned her and cost her millions. She said she'll settle out of court for a hundred grand. Right, like I'm gonna give her a penny. Like I have a penny to give her
Mitchell, Schwartz, Watson, Daise, Johnson and Blackwood all have much stronger complaints against me. They ARE going to ruin me. Why didn't I just do a better job for them? Why did I lie to them about the work I was doing? Why did I spend their money without earning it first. Oh and Williams, how could I forget Williams?! ! This poor guy is a retired fire fighter who was just hoping to settle his dead sister's estate and share what little came of it with the rest of the siblings. Three years and thirty thousand misappropriated dollars later, I'm lucky if this file doesn't send me to jail.
It was not supposed to be like this. DAMMIT! I am good and talented and I really do care about people. Every time a client walks into my office and tells me their story, I know just how to help them. I outline these perfect case strategies in my head that for years produced great results. I know the law inside and out. I command a court room…energy…eloquence & #8230;passion…it all flows right out of me and right into the judge and jury. They become me by the time I am done. Why did I throw it all away?...
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