Maya was a little surprised by his objective calm tone, and looked up at him: "Yes. So I came back early to try to solve work problems." What she said was also the truth, she just didn't tell him about the quarrel. This is not lying. When Damian got the answer, he nodded again: "Keeping your work may not be a bad thing for you. Now let's talk about your problem." Said that, he took a sip of his coffee and started to eat. "I do have some problems at work." Maya thought for a while, and decided to start with the simplest personnel relationship, "I don’t know if you know my boss, Jerry Hall? Let’s start with things that has been in my office, he…" Maya tried her best to explain the matter tactfully, explaining that she was looking at it from her own point of view. Based on her memory of Jerry Hall, she briefly mentioned one or two things: He did not mention a word in front of the client about the documents Maya had worked so hard to complete, saying he completed the work on his own; he
9:00 A.M., Maya was already sitting at her desk, checking the latest case in the firm's database Content on her computer. The coffee at hand was made by the coffee machine in the law firm kitchen. Looking at the text on the screen, she casually took a sip before frowning deeply. In her mouth was burnt bitterness, and a smell of rotten steak rushes up her nose. She couldn't help but frown and stick out her tongue. "I wasn’t fooling you when I told you the coffee in the law firm is just trash.”A familiar voice came from ahead. She looked up, and sure enough, it was Damian. Maya shrugged and smiled: "I just wanted to give it a chance." "It's better not to have any expectations." Damian nodded slightly, "How’s your first day going?" He still didn't have any expression, his tone was flat, and his movements were swift, as if he just came for a few words out of politeness. But Maya was able to tell that he was in a good mood. It seems that those four years of extra life didn’t leave her
It was pouring Monday morning, and the road started to get stuck in traffic. Maya ended the Uber order halfway and walked nearly two miles to the office on foot. She was in a hurry, out of breath, and still late. Fortunately, a large number of colleagues in the law firm's work system were reporting late, and the partners also notified the team, and all work arrangements were postponed for half an hour. Even though with an umbrella, her clothes still got wet, and the damp and cold breath seeped into her skin, making her feel sticky and cold. She threw the umbrella in the bag on the ground, took out the computer in the bag to make sure it wasn't wet, and couldn't help shivering a little when she was about to sit down. It was too cold. She stomped her feet, opened the drawer and took out the cup, then turned and went to the pantry. Even if the coffee in the law firm is terrible, something hot would be nice. Various machines in the tea room have been started, and new coffee powder and
Sophia was wearing a gray-purple suit, with one side of her golden half-length curly hair tucked behind the ears while the other side loose, looking at them with a smile. When Maya met her for the first time, with her blond hair, blue eyes, and the way she spoke, Maya thought she just met a female version of Jason. But after talking to her, she found that they are completely different—Jason was good at making everything look simple and easy, acting as if there is no big deal; while Sophia had a sharp and direct character, never avoiding problems, but will hit the nail on the head and point out the problem. They did share the same eye color, but that blue was a kind of inducing gentleness on Jason, yet it become a sharp knife that penetrates everything on Sophia. When she looks directly at you, you feel forced to the corner, and could only face her with utter honesty. Right now her blue eyes were not at its sharpest, but her natural daring aura on her cannot be ignored. Damian did
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Maya is at the desk, checking whether there are any omissions in the agreement document given to the client. This kind of work requires concentration and meticulousness, but it is also boring and makes people feel sleepy. She supported her chin with her left hand, trying to hold on to one point and one point to look down. It's been over a month since the investigator was found and hired to investigate Jason's movements. During this period, she received some photos that she didn't even want to see, and she bascially knew what Jason had been doing. But the time has not been right. During this period, Jason's crazy phone calls came several times. When can there be a little change? The words on the screen in front of her eyes began to become crooked, Maya woke up startled, and found that she had been staring at the same line for a while. She stretched her waist to wake herself up a bit, and then went back to the text, trying to focus, and continue
It was more than an hour before the time Jerry said. While packing up her things, Maya was thinking about what kind of image she should appear in and what kind of preparations she should make. First of all, she cannot show up too early. Gotta give them time to let the scene get chaotic. Only by appearing suddenly in the chaos will there be enough impact to see Jason's most authentic reaction. Moreover, if she arrived too early, it would be blatantly telling others that she went there with a plan. Also, it has to be in a hurry. Rush over from where she lives? Or from the office? Maybe home is better, after 9:00, even if there is work, it’s time to take it home and deal with it. Eat well in advance. Once she sees Jason, she will definitely have negative emotions, and it may take a lot of energy to argue. If she was still hungry when that happened, it would be too miserable. Pour out the remaining water in the cup, put the computer in the bag, and take the book "Zen and the Art of Mot
When the two talked, Maya vaguely listened to the general idea, feeling disgusted and inexplicably wanting to laugh. Indecent is indecent, yet they had such a unique way of saying it without saying it, as if instead of setting loose their darkest desire, they are actually enduring the humiliation and mading it difficult for themselves to expand their business and develop customers. Can the two of them really convince themselves? Shouldn't they be praised, worthy of being lawyers, they are indeed unique in the use of language? From this point of view, in his last life, the high income that Jason got early, including the millions he hid, was obtained through such occasions, the clients here? When she thought that she had spent so much money and lived ignorantly for four years, Maya felt huge absurdity. Ridiculous and disgusting. She bit her teeth, frowned, took out her mobile phone, took a dozen photos of Jason and the environment around him, and put the mobile phone into the pocket
"I do have a few more words to say." The conflict was interrupted, and it was not easy to return to that tense situation. Maya quickly regained her train of thought - there were still some questions that Jason needed to answer with a few more words. She quietly clenched her fists with both hands and told herself: There is nothing to be angry about, and there is nothing to feel wronged for. Isn’t the purpose of coming here today to suffer some grievances, to leave some evidence, and to have an explanation when explaining to family, friends, and lawyers in the future? It's just that Jason's performance is worse than expected, there is no fundamental difference. Repeating these silently, she restrained herself and didn't touch the air pod hidden under her hair on the right side. Then, she took a deep breath, took two steps towards the less smoky place outside, turned her head, and took a deep look at Jason and his friend with a provocative meaning: "However, there is no need to open a