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Chapter the 1st
Now, he had an intense dislike, of pure hate even, of sudden requests. Those requests which suddenly popped up on his mahogany desk, which he purposely kept clear of all junk and clutter so as to preserve it's beauty.
Admittedly, that might have been one of his less workable notions, considering his job as an 19 year-old interning lawyer at a start-up law firm, where loose sheaves of memorandums, Post-It's and whatnot were the norm on everybody's desks.
Be that as it was, he, one of the few who actually tidied up their desks, had managed to stop the rot spreading to his workspace, at least until now.
But then again, as he scooped up the offending slip of paper like it was biohazardous material, he thought back at the events of the past few days. Of the injustice he had to endure, all because of that woman who had become the firm's attorney.
He, Wilmer Stephen, had been slated to be the next in line for a promotion the job of an attorney, what with his meteoric rise within the firm and all. Then the woman appeared with nary a notice and leapfrogged past him into the coveted attorney's spot.
The firm's partners offered no explanation for that particular episode of injustice. All his attempts of eliciting a response only served to increase their irritation, and in the end they dealt him the cruelest of blows, a demotion to a job as a lawyer in S Branch.
Stephen's bitter mind told him that this incident was not an isolated one. Ever so slowly nuggets of stories had been trickling in, stories where women appeared with no prior notice and seized positions of power in every sort of job imaginable. Conspiracy theories by sexually discriminating alarmists, perhaps.
All this made for a sobering realization. The status quo in the world was now gone. Where men had been dominant, they were being slowly phased out, the remaining relics of an ancient past.
Woman, was now boss.
A chillingly true statement for him, Wilmer Stephen. He pushed those morbid thoughts out of his mind and chose to focus on the seemingly innocuous slip of paper in his hand.
As his eyes scanned the rest of the passage, Stephen's emotions were a sea of turmoil. At the end of the contents, he could scarcely believe that what he had read was true. It was another case to be handled by S Branch.
But it wasn't any other case. It was a case where, finally, he might be able to do something.
A/N: Yes, yes, I know what you're thinking. What the frak has this got to do with girls in tanks? Before you crucify me for my apparent idiocy , please, please wait for a few more chapters of utterly boring law talk, and then we will talk about tanks. And girls. Well, maybe we might.