Authors note: Based on the movie two weeks notice don't own anything!!
It was another disastrous day in the city of Ontario, Canada. Casey and her best friends Emily Davis were protesting alongside Emily's boyfriend Sheldon. The three of them were trying to save an important building to the community from being demolished. This building was a community center. Their college years were spent mindlessly in that community center. In the community center their days were spent studying or just plain having fun.
So that's why she just had to save it. Ever since Casey was a child she always fought for what she believed was right, no matter what it took. Her sense of fighting grew more in her teenage years, living with an unsettling step-brother. Though she hardly won anything with her step-brother she learned one thing. She learned nothing comes to you that easily without trying, you need go under certain measures, to get what is truly right.
Now she was a grown woman of 30 living in the crowded city of Ontario. She had no husband, no children, and no house. She lived in a single apartment with her boyfriend who was hardly home. She lived a very difficult hard-working life, but yet graduated from one of the top schools in Canada. Why you might ask? She was searching for something worth living for and was not ready to settle.
She stood in front of the 50 pound wrecking ball shouting at the top her lungs. The construction workers were threatening to demolish the building and her as well. Others began to say 'throw her in jail', but yet Casey McDonald stood her ground. Her arms flung across dramatically causing suspense to everyone who was watching. This was probably one her most exciting protest. She had never gotten that much attention from the media. She began to remove items from her bag and handed them to her fellow companions.
"Hey lady, we are just doing our job here."
Casey began to yell once again, but this time lying on the floor. "I'm an attorney and this isn't how I argue a case. You're getting on my nerves! This building has been here for years. It deserves to remain for the community because it represents the ideals of our time! The community deserves to have this as a Landmark!"
Casey could sense she was getting through them and recommended her friends to lay on the floor with her. The three locked arms and were ready to stay there for the entire night. The construction workers didn't really seem to mind. They continued following orders.
"Come on, clear the area"
The three lonely protestors began to get scared and were certain they were going to get run over or hit. Casey tried to reassure her friends. "Okay, you guys, this is just a scare tactic. That's all this is."
Emily began to feel frightened and tightened her grip on Sheldon, "I'm not feeling great about this, guys." Emily was always up for a challenge or risk, but she even knew this was pure madness. Sheldon on the other hand was different. He was thinking unsurely.
Sheldon took his chance, "Emily I know this isn't a great time and all, but Emily, will you marry me?"
"Oh, my God! Yes!" Emily shouted.
The construction workers stared at the three. They were tired of the three of them and were certain the trio would not give up. The leader stood up and came in contact with them.
"Shut this down, everyone"
Meanwhile Emily and Sheldon were kissing madly in love on the floor. Not worried one single bit. They broke apart.
"I Love you," They whispered in unison.
"Hey, you guys, they stopped," Casey said in a triumph manner. "Who knew? There is justice in the world, WE PREVAILED!" Casey and the rest could hear the sirens in the background and knew they were in deep trouble.
"I'll pay you back this time, guys. I promise," Casey said to her mother, Nora.
"What are parents for, if not to bail their daughter and her friends out of jail?"
This wasn't the first time Casey had been sent to jail for protesting. Her mother didn't really mind. She knew as long as it was for a good cause it was fine. Though it would help if the fine wasn't so great and it would help if Derek shared some money with the family. Nora could hear her daughter ranting about how it was unfair to tear down the community center, and knew it was about to get worst from the news she had just received.
"Mom, I'm not getting through to people. Why don't people respond to me?" said Casey who already experienced people ignoring her in high school and college.
"Corporations are not people, there heartless profit machines. Honey, I think there is something I need to tell you this corporation is not like any other, it's run by you step-brother, Derek," Nora said timidly.
"Derek's doing this? Why should I be surprised?" Casey said starting another riot.
"Well it's not really Derek, he's second in command but, I guess you can say he is contributing. Well Derek, honey wants to put up condos and tear down the center."
Casey could not believe it. She talked to her mother for a bit more and went back to her apartment. Her apartment wasn't big it was only fit for one person. She went to the kitchen and looked in the fridge there wasn't anything to calm her anger down. She knew she shouldn't but every time she was in a bad mood she would have to eat. It was like some very weird strange habit. She looked at her house phone and heard it beep indicating she had a message.
"Hi, honey, it's Noel. I'm sorry, I couldn't make it to the protest and I don't think I'm going to make it for your birthday either. We got a lot of new trainees onboard and they put the green in Greenpeace. But on the Brightside I'm saving whales and thinking of you. Love you."
Casey sighed she was used to this sort of thing. She just had to have an environmentally conscious boyfriend. He was hardly home, or even town. The only reason she was dating him was because she needed a shoulder to cry on and could not always go to her mother. Having Noel had its perks. He had grown handsomely during the years and was very exciting in bed. She looked at the phone god she was really hungry………….
"Yeah, hi, Mr. Wong, it's Casey McDonald. I would like a number fou-- number five. No, number seven? Can I get the number four without the garlic sauce and meat? And...Yes, it's for one. And that's it. No! Give me two number eights."
There was that eerie silence as she ate the food alone. She knew her brother was heartless, but not that heartless as much to tear down the community center where they spent their college years. She thought a bit more. Why was Derek doing this, was he scared of his boss? Then she thought again, no, that couldn't be true, he wasn't scared of authority. She sat there, eating her veggie meals, just thinking.
"My friend Elaine Kolinsky wants to meet you, but she's shy. Is that okay?" A woman said whispering elusively in his ear. She had blonde hair with a pair of green emerald eyes to match.
Stance Corporation was having another staff party and as usually Derek was flirting with all the women. "That's fine. I've been too nervous to meet Elaine myself." Derek responded trying to sound cool.
Derek stood there waiting for the two women to show up. He was really hoping that this Elaine person was attractive as she sounded. He could hear the stepping of very expensive leather shoes and immediately Derek knew it was his boos, Martin Stance.
"Hey, I need to speak with you." Martin said in his British accent.
"What? Now? Tonight?" Derek said arguably.
"Yes that's what I said. Can you not understand me with the British accent," he said speaking loudly as his temper rose.
"This is Elaine," The woman said as she came back.
Elaine looked exactly as the woman beside her. He mentally whispered the word twins and his heart speed up, as they came closer. "Oh, hello," Derek said trying to sound interesting.
"Hi. Would you sign my GO?" Elaine said; Derek's heart sped up even more. His heart quickly came down sooner as unexpected as she took out a magazine with Derek and Martin.
"Oh, GO! I see what you mean." He said taking hold of the magazine "Sorry, I thought it was a medical term. You had me all excited." Derek said signing the cover a bit depressed.
"Hang on just one second." Derek said as he walked out the door with his boss.
"Should I get the car?" The valet responded to Martin trying to sound polite.
"Yes, get the car."
As they entered the extremely mansion lights lit up everywhere as the car was approaching the front porch. The mansion was about the size of an average mall and had two floors, fountains and vegetation everywhere. The doors made out of the finest wood and glass. The oldest maid opened the door.
"Good evening, Mr. Stance, Mr. Venturi," She said nodding her head.
"Good evening, Mary," Derek responded as Martin walked passed her.
Martin and Derek entered Martin's home office. It was pretty spacey, and it looked really traditional. They both took their seats and Martin started to take out paperwork. Derek felt a tad nervous even though he wouldn't admit it. He was worried he was going to get fired for slacking off at work. If he ever got fired all of his money would go down the drain, so in other words goodbye to the big bucks.
"So why am I here, Martin?' Derek finally asked.
Martin sighed tired of hearing those same words over and over again. "We lost the West Side waterfront deal because your chief counsels...your latest model/attorney forgot to file an Environmental Impact Report!" He said throwing the unfinished paperwork at Derek.
Derek tried to play it calm and humorous. "I will admit that the Law is not Stacy's strong point and that's why I fired her." Derek said trying to correct his mistake.
"No, I fired her!" Martin said as he raised his voice and turning a deep shade of red. "Just as I fired Debbie from St. Bart's Law School and Stacy from Online Law School, I want someone from Yale or Columbia or from the country.
"Yeah about that women of that level of intellectual ability often find me shallow, not deeky. Don't you find that odd?" Derek said straining from the subject.
Martin rolled his eyes at him. "I actually find you like a really bad hoser. So hire a man instead, unless they are going to turn on you too, in that case, hire a rat instead, anything besides those women you find at a bar!"
"Don't be absurd! I would never hit on another male co-worker," Derek responded crossing his arms.
Derek sighed; the truth was he was looking for the right girl. Everywhere he looked there were gorgeous girls with low-self esteem. You can call it a bonus as traveled his journey to find the right girl. He had one girl in his mind for the job, but he hadn't spoken with her in ages and knew she would refuse in an instant. He heard his boss speaking, but only heard mindless words coming out of his mouth. He vanished from his fantasy and fell back into reality when his boss called his name out.
"..You need someone who can write a brief instead of removing yours, and she can handle you ranting and trying to solve your divorce while she's at it. Find a real attorney by tomorrow or you fired."
Casey slid out of the yellow taxi and finally figured out what she was going to do. It took her the whole night, but was worth it. She would talk to Mr. Stance or Derek. She walked down the street and saw a man signing many magazines and being interviewed by the media. This was the perfect chance to humiliate him. She saw the tall backside of a man she figured it was Mr. Stance. The group of girls began to disperse as his bodyguards came in.
"Mr. Stance, Mr. Stance, Hi, I'm Casey McDonald. I'm an attorney."
Derek raised his eyebrow; he heard her name roll off her tongue and specifically knew the girl he had tortured for so many years was standing right behind him. He knew that Casey thought he was Martin and he played along, maybe he could hire her without Casey noticing.
"Have you ever heard of Saint-Tropez Law School? Apparently some beautiful random girl went there…" Derek said keeping his back side turned.
"No, why do you a-"
"Shame" Derek said cutting her off. "I actually thought it was real school for a minute. By the way where did you go to Law school? Wait a minute let me guess Dalhousie University." Derek said remembering she had gotten accepted there right when she graduated high school.
She nodded wondering how he knew this about her life. He continued to talk with his back turned to her. "Intriguing, tell me more. What's your background?"
"I don't see how that's relevant. I work at Legal Aid, for the poor." Casey said forgetting the reason why she was there in the first place.
"That can't pay much, but if you wo-" Derek was cut off by Casey.
"Well, I'm not very interested in money. I'm just looking for something to pass the time right now. Well let's get to the point Mr. Stance
"Wait a minute. You're McDonald? I read a report on you. Aren't you the one who lies in front of our wrecking balls and attacked the Zelman brothers-"
"I did not." Casey said fighting back. "Apparently they walked under my protest sign and got in the way… Okay so anyway I'm here representing." She said stepping in front of him. She stood there looking at him. She gulped and whispered, "Derek?"
Author's note: I know it's been forever since I have written a story…so anyway please if you forgive me review please…jk. No but for real's review thank you!