More one shots! Yay!

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Joanne's POV

I tapped my foot impatiently on the dirty subway floor heading to Grand Central Station. I rolled up the sleeve of my cream Versace blazer and checked my Rolex. 11:45.

Shit, if I didn't make it in time for this meeting at noon I was done for.

Seeing there was nothing else I could do to get to my office on time, I gazed around the subway. I soon laid eyes on a woman reading a magazine . She was tall, voluptuous, and had long, curly, brown hair. She wore a worn, red trench coat, a black, ribbed tank top that's V-neck went farther down than it should, tight, black jeans, and spiky, leopard-print boots.

She was the most beautiful woman I had seen in my life.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. After a while, the woman caught my gaze, and I looked down at my feet, feeling myself turn flaming red. But I couldn't help but look up again, and surprisingly she was still looking at me.

She gave me a warm, almost seductive smile, which I returned nervously, and she went back to her magazine.

Suddenly, the train stopped, and all my thoughts of that woman flew out of my head and returned to keeping my job. Unfortunately, I was starving, so I stopped at a hot dog stand. I scurried out of Grand Central, shoving the hot dog down my throat , and I flew into the Putnam Law Offices building.

I signed in, and glanced at the clock. 11:59. One minute to spare.

As I entered my floor, my intern greeted me.

"Ms. Johnson is waiting for you in your office," he said, handing me her papers.

I nodded and smiled gratefully, still too out of breath to say anything. He followed me into my office. As I walked in, I saw a tall brunette sitting comfortably in my chair with her feet on my desk.

It was the woman from the subway!

I wanted step out for a minute, feeling my cheeks turn bright red. But I realized I needed to be professional, so I cleared my throat.

"Hello, Ms. Johnson. My name is Joanne Jefferson, and I will be helping you in your case."

She turned to me, taking her feet off my desk, and smiled. She must not have remembered me.

"Please, call me Maureen. Ms. Johnson is my mother."

I smiled a little, and started to walk over to my desk. Then I realized she was sitting in my chair, so I shuffled to the other side of the desk and sat down in the less comfortable one for my clients.

My intern, God bless him, noticed the awkwardness and said, "Ms. Johnson is appearing in court for a crime she supposedly committed last fall."

I searched through her papers. "What was the crime?"

"Indecent exposure," Maureen said, giggling afterward.

My hand stopped. Great, first I have to work with the woman I was staring at on the subway, now I have to defend her for being stark naked in public?

My intern, curses on him, backed out slowly and muttered something like "I'll leave you two alone…"

I sighed, and pretended to be looking through her papers. Neither of us said anything for a while, but I could feel her eyes boring into me. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I looked up, and she was smiling broadly.

"You're that cute girl who was staring at me on the subway, aren't you?" she asked.

I blushed furiously. There was no point in denying it, so I nodded slowly, still not looking at her directly.

She made a cute, laughing noise and shook her head.

She leaned back her (rather my) chair, and grinned.

"This'll be interesting, huh?"

I couldn't help but smile a bit, this time looking at her directly.

"I believe you're right, Ms. Johnson."

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I'm just in the one shot mood this week!

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