Ally walked into Renée's bedroom, asking her if the internet was working.
"Yes, Ally, I think it is, why?"
"He hasn't got back to me. HotFudgeSundae, he... he hasn't got back to me
and, and... Oh, that's the least of it!"
"Ally, what's wrong?"
"Richard told me that I have to go to Detroit for a case! I hate Detroit,
it ruined my life!"
"Who's second chairing?"
"The Biscuit, but still ... I don't want to have to go to Detroit!"
Ally plodded over to the freezer and removed a tub of "Phish Food", grabbed
a table spoon and started eating. She was mumbling incoherently about John
being happy and about everyone deserting her.
"Ally, what was that?"
"John has a new girlfriend, he met her online and they've been IMing each
other. John was the one person I could trust to be depressed with me and
now even he's happy, it's just not fair."
"Ally, that is so selfish."
"Fine, but it's still not fair!"
Ally walked into her room with the tub of ice-cream. Renée followed, asking, "Who is this online vixen of John's?" "Some women called MorganIce, she's a lawyer, I don't know anything else, but she seems to love John, which is all that really matters, I suppose." Ally yawned, told Renée she was going to bed, kissed her roommate on the cheek and put the ice-cream in the freezer.
Ally woke up the next morning, determined to set Richard straight, swearing she would not have to try this case. She walked into the office with a determined attitude and a grimace on her face. She strode past Elaine, who was modelling her latest invention, which consisted of two hands, which were massaging her temples, and into Richard's office.
"Richard, I am not going to try this case, I refuse to do it and you have plenty of decent lawyers in this firm and I don't even know who opposing counsel is and... and why do I have to go to Detroit?" "In answer to your run-on sentence, you are the best lawyer for the case, opposing counsel is Jamie Paul and you have to go to Detroit for the piles of money." Ally looked at him with her jaw slack. Did he say ... Jamie ... Paul?
"Jamie Paul? Richard, are you sure?" "Uh-huh, yeah, Jamie Paul née Fisher, she's a good lawyer, but I think we can beat her, Ally". Ally ran out of the office into the Unisex, took the remote from her jacket pocket and opened John's hole. She found him typing on his laptop. He looked up, surprised at the interruption, saw the tears streaming down her face and shut down the laptop. "Ally, what's wrong?" "John, I have to try our case against Larry's ex-girlfriend. I have to go to Detroit, which is bad enough, and I have to face the woman who is in part to blame for me losing Larry." "Ally, take the rest of the day off, go home to Renée and talk to her about this. If you take this case, you will come out of it stronger, I promise you."
Ally walked home in the rain, realising that she had to face Larry at some point. "I just didn't want it to be so soon", she muttered to herself.
She opened the door to the apartment and rang Renée, leaving a message on her work answer phone. She logged onto AOL and checked her email. There, in her mailbox, was a message from HotFudgeSundae...
Ally walked into her room with the tub of ice-cream. Renée followed, asking, "Who is this online vixen of John's?" "Some women called MorganIce, she's a lawyer, I don't know anything else, but she seems to love John, which is all that really matters, I suppose." Ally yawned, told Renée she was going to bed, kissed her roommate on the cheek and put the ice-cream in the freezer.
Ally woke up the next morning, determined to set Richard straight, swearing she would not have to try this case. She walked into the office with a determined attitude and a grimace on her face. She strode past Elaine, who was modelling her latest invention, which consisted of two hands, which were massaging her temples, and into Richard's office.
"Richard, I am not going to try this case, I refuse to do it and you have plenty of decent lawyers in this firm and I don't even know who opposing counsel is and... and why do I have to go to Detroit?" "In answer to your run-on sentence, you are the best lawyer for the case, opposing counsel is Jamie Paul and you have to go to Detroit for the piles of money." Ally looked at him with her jaw slack. Did he say ... Jamie ... Paul?
"Jamie Paul? Richard, are you sure?" "Uh-huh, yeah, Jamie Paul née Fisher, she's a good lawyer, but I think we can beat her, Ally". Ally ran out of the office into the Unisex, took the remote from her jacket pocket and opened John's hole. She found him typing on his laptop. He looked up, surprised at the interruption, saw the tears streaming down her face and shut down the laptop. "Ally, what's wrong?" "John, I have to try our case against Larry's ex-girlfriend. I have to go to Detroit, which is bad enough, and I have to face the woman who is in part to blame for me losing Larry." "Ally, take the rest of the day off, go home to Renée and talk to her about this. If you take this case, you will come out of it stronger, I promise you."
Ally walked home in the rain, realising that she had to face Larry at some point. "I just didn't want it to be so soon", she muttered to herself.
She opened the door to the apartment and rang Renée, leaving a message on her work answer phone. She logged onto AOL and checked her email. There, in her mailbox, was a message from HotFudgeSundae...