There's a reason why you didn't get a comeuppance for Laura and the others in this fic, why it all seems 'unfinished' right now, or why there are still questions still unanswered. People sometimes lose in life, something that I'm trying to make out here to show you that the characters are human and that they can fail too.
Everything is planned. Every law detail from the start of 'Laws of Attraction' to the end of the soon-to-be trilogy sequel has been mapped out from start to finish. It all ties, you'll see soon enough. The direction this fic has taken was written that way for a reason. If you look closely enough, I've even dropped hints at certain chapters to give you an inkling of answers to your questions (e.g. how did Laura acquire all the documents, et. al) which will be plotted into the story in detail on the last installment of the story.
You will see the Unholy Trinity win soon and it will be glorious, I assure you of that. This story isn't finished just yet. That's why I'm making it into a trilogy.
I LOVE YOU GUYS. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE SUPPORT! :)
- Santana's POV-
"The past three months have been stressful, challenging, and absolutely chaotic. It's brought out the best and worst in us, ultimately changing things for hopefully the better through adversity." Grams pauses. "We will all miss Selena, of course. Unbelievably stubborn but always loved. She bravely took a hit for everyone, an unprecedented feat of love. We'll miss her presence around these corridors as she goes into the beyond. The fear she bestows upon the poor associates she crosses paths with in the hallway. The memories of yesterday, the end of an era knowing that I won't see her walking around like she's the Queen of the Nile. Selena will be thoroughly missed no matter where she might be-"
"Grams, I'm not dying. This isn't a eulogy and you don't even work here. You barged in with a bottle of champagne in the middle of the day and decided to give a toast all of a sudden." I cut her off, much to everyone's amusement.
"But… lunch." Grams argues in shock like we had just made a big mistake.
"Alcohol isn't lunch. You don't even have food with you, Grams." Quinn counters, chuckling.
"I'm half-sure that this is her lunch during some days. She even has a motto about it. I think Bri called for delivery anyway, right sis?" Brittany comments.
"As salvation since I anticipated this conversation. Ooh, that rhymes." Brianna retorts grinning.
Grams ignores us all, waving a hand in disregard. "It's Britty's and your last day in Lopez Hayward, Selena. Might as well catch you here before you go on to work at that new firm. God knows I can no longer do a sudden grand entrance there like this anymore. Or make a scene at the District Attorney's office at Britty's. Horrible!" Grams shakes her head in disbelief.
"Grams, San's not set to start there until after a few weeks like I am at the DA's office. We're still free for you until then. Besides, we're going to visit here so often it's as if we still work here." Brittany utters.
"I know, it's just-" Grams pauses, covering her mouth with one hand and fanning herself with the other in a crying gesture. "I'll miss seeing you three walking around like your intestines are knotted together. The Three Lesbians of Yore!" She adds, trying to pull herself together while we look on in laughter.
"Don't be sad, Grams. Santana can't bear not to see me at least once a day and Brittany and I had an agreement about a certain, regular delivery of goodies. You can still make your sporadic grand entrances here." Quinn chimes in.
"You make Gummi Bears sound illegal, Q." Brittany voices out, cozying closer to me then looking to her right where Brianna is standing. "By the way, shouldn't you be in school?"
"Nah, I'm done for the day. Grams fetched me. She shouted 'Get in, loser. We're gatecrashing!' from her limo for all my friends to hear." Brianna replies nonchalantly. "I'm being bombarded with texts from them about how cool she is as we speak."
"You seem indifferent about it." Quinn interjects with a curious glance.
"I've been living with Grams since I was born, Q. I'm pretty sure I've heard and seen things that are stranger than fiction. I'll be surprised if I would be surprised by anything she does anymore." Brianna chuckles to herself.
"True." Grams comments approvingly.
The glass door opens to unveil Mother entering the conference room with a huge grin on her face. "Sorry it took a while. What are we celebrating about?"
"Apparently, my death. If we're going by Grams' words of wisdom, that is." I answer, handing Mother her glass of champagne.
"Because you didn't let me finish, Selena. I'm going to talk about the others too." Grams throws me a look.
"In that case, it's everyone's death." I flash her a grin that she rolls her eyes at. "Okay, okay. Now that Mami's here, please continue. No more interruption, I promise."
Grams smiles appreciatively. "Like I was saying, Selena will be missed in Lopez Hayward as she goes on to work in that new firm where she'll take up her niche as their newest Junior Partner. And speaking of Junior Partner, congratulations to Quinny who's been recently promoted as well. Truly well-deserved and a promotion that has been a long-time coming for both of you." She pauses. "Of course, good wishes are also in store for Britty who'll soon be taking up the mantle of protecting the city of New York from bad people. All that's missing is a cape and you could very well have your own CW show, dear." She adds as we chuckle.
"To Maribel for mentoring you three into becoming the best lawyers this firm has managed to produce. To Brianna who'll be on her senior year in Columbia, you go girl. To Rachel, who sadly can't be here right now, and her award-winning show in Broadway. And of course, to me. Because at this age, you'll never see a grandma as hip and cool as I am. Admit it, it's a well-known fact." Grams shrugs nonchalantly.
I grin widely, holding up my glass. "To new beginnings?"
"To new beginnings!" Everyone chimes in, toasting glasses with each other.
"You're right, darlings. We do need food. Where is that darn delivery man? We should have had catering instead." Grams muses after taking a sip.
I shake my head and turn to face my wife. "Are you hungry? I think there's some food hidden in Quinn's office. I can totally sneak in."
"No, I'm okay. I can wait." Brittany retorts, placing a quick kiss on my cheek. "Are you finished packing your things?"
"Just a few more boxes and I'm done. I keep getting bothered by an emotional friend lurking around my office!" I purposely exclaim the last part, achieving my goal when Quinn and Brianna approach us.
"Hey! Feelings are complicated. You two are leaving me all alone here in the wild." Quinn counters.
"They're combining my office and yours to renovate it into a corner office just for you, Q. I'm pretty sure you'll be fine 'in the wild'." I chuckle.
"Meh. What's the use of such allure when I don't have friends to enjoy it with?" Quinn pouts.
"Aww… Don't be sad, Q. We'll still see each other all the time. We're neighbors too!" Brittany joins in, walking over to Quinn's side to give her a hug.
"Here. Have some more alcohol." Brianna cuts in their moment with a grin, handing a newly-refilled glass that Quinn takes.
"Oh my god, you've been spending too much time with Grams you're becoming like her. It's too early for your transformation!" Brittany scoffs back in a sisterly way. I laugh as I watch their little conversation which Grams shortly joins in herself when Mother comes over to my side presumably to discuss something.
"How are things on your end, Mija?"
"So-so. We're almost finished packing. I also called ahead at the new firm and they said I can move my things ahead of time in my new office if I wanted to."
"Will you be alright there?"
"Of course. There were a few offers from other firms as soon as news broke out that I quit from Lopez Hayward but they're the only firm who offered me a corner office and the same benefits that you gave me here. I'll be getting a legal secretary and if I wanted, an associate to 'boss around' too. So, it'll be alright, Mother. No need to worry about me."
"I'll always worry about you, Santana. You seem to be taking all of this pretty well though." Mother gives out a small smile.
I return the gesture. "I've come to terms with it, I guess. It's sad, of course. But it was the right decision and I stand by it." I say. "It's going to take some getting used to not seeing you and Quinn around everyday but I think I'll survive. How about you, Mother? You'll be losing two associates. Will you be okay?"
"I'll miss you and Brittany dearly but I think Quinn and I will survive, dear." She responds. I nod and sigh contentedly, glancing to the side to see that the delivery guy has finally arrived.
"Before I forget," Mother speaks up again, as she hands me a piece of paper. "that's a special delivery for you. It's just been faxed before I went here."
I curiously grab it from her, my eyebrows quirk up as soon as I finish reading it. "W-Wha- This is from the Dean, Mother!" I say in a bit of surprise.
"Yes, Mija." Mother chuckles. "Apparently, there's been quite the talk of you after you substituted for me again last week. My students are in love with you, dear. They told me so yesterday morning in class." She laughs. "Anyway, the Dean got wind of it and judging from everyone's approval, she's quite impressed and proud just as I am of you. So, as the offer says so, she'd love for you to come in next semester as a Visiting Professor to teach Civil Litigation and Settlements."
My eyes widen in surprise. "W-What?! That's crazy! Am I not too young to teach law?"
"One of the youngest, if I'm not mistaken." Mother responds gleefully. "The Dean and I had a little talk about it and when she asked what course you'd be best fit to teach, I told her that I've never seen anyone who closes cases and can command settlements like you in the field. And if your impression on my students are anything to go by, I think you'll be just fine on bringing that talent into teaching."
"B-But I've just been promoted to Junior Partner, Mother. I don't know if I can handle going back and forth to Cambridge with everything that's on my plate. Brittany's about to start with her ADA job too."
"That's what I told the Dean too since I assumed you'd say that." Mother retorts. "And like the Dean said, it's only an offer, Santana. You can always so 'no' or 'not right now', as you wish. Whatever your decision is, I'm sure they'll understand. The Dean's aware of your recent promotion that's why she only offered you a Visiting Professor position and an elective course to test the waters. If it means anything, you'll only be coming in once a month to teach for the whole semester. Twice a month, at best. It's an elective course so there won't be too much technicality on your part. It's merely a start if you have any plans of teaching in the near future."
I slowly nod in understanding as I think about the opportunity. That's one hell of an offer. How can I even bring myself to refuse something like that? Teaching in my alma mater while granting me the opportunity to also find my niche in my new firm. "I still have to talk to Brittany about it. But still, thank you, Mother." I grin widely at her, knowing full well that Brittany would be more excited of the prospect than I am.
- Brittany's POV –
It's our last day in Lopez Hayward.
During our last week, we've managed to take care of all the remaining business we have left. Handing over clients mostly to Quinn, Maribel, and to a few lawyers in the firm who we know can take care of Santana and I's clientele the way we handled them. We already bid our goodbyes, our initial hellos to the people we'll be working with in our new jobs. So, yeah. It's all bittersweet but yes, we're all set to leave.
Due to the non-compete clause in our contract, we're not allowed to carry over the clients we signed here to wherever it is we'll be transferring. That would bring me no trouble at all since I'll be working for the government and won't be able to work in a personal capacity anyway. On the other hand, it's quite a blow to my wife as regards to everyone she signed, losing all those high-profile names she gathered during her stay here can be daunting to anyone.
However, unlike the others who'd normally be devastated, Santana's not really that affected. She's even taking it in stride. I thought it was weird at first but then she explained to me that the only regret she has about quitting Lopez Hayward is losing her clients in a personal capacity. In a friendship kind of way. That more than anything she's just thankful she's not disbarred at all and due to the deal with Laura, she'll never have to worry about being tormented every day of our lives again. And having found a way to turn Laura's deal of being her personal counsel, we'll never have to worry about any friction anytime soon.
In a way, you can say that we are where we should be right now. A new firm and promotion for Santana to grow into. A different workplace and situation for me to bloom in. New friends, colleagues, and varying environments to thrive on. It's exciting but all the same terrifying to be thrown into an unfamiliar place yet again. But regardless, it's an amazing opportunity for us to start over as we explore the next chapter of our lives.
"What are your thoughts about us going off the radar for a few weeks in Europe, San?" I say as I stack up boxes of my things in my office.
"Well, most of it aren't really rated PG, if you must know."
"None of what we do is fit for Disney, baby." I throw her a wink while she lets out a laugh.
"And that's it!" Santana exclaims upon taping up the last box of my things. "That's everything, babe. Did you forget anything?"
I look around my office as response to Santana's question. I survey the corners and check the table drawers until I come across the top wherein lies my generous stash of candies, chocolates, and treats. I give out a cheeky grin at my wife who in return, throws me a knowing look followed with a sigh.
"I think I have a smaller box in my office you can put them all in." She replies in a defeated manner.
"Love you!" I shout amusedly as she walks away. Momentarily, Quinn comes into my office with a face I haven't seen for months but thrilled to see no less.
"Look who's here!" Quinn happily exclaims just as Santana comes back in carrying a box for my treats.
"What's up, bitches?" Kitty greets confidently. We all chortle as I hurriedly come over to her side to give her a tight hug.
"You have the balls to greet us like that now, Wilde?" Santana jests, grinning.
"Sure. I'm a lawyer now, didn't you hear? Graduated top of my class too like I told you I would." She replies in a fake smug smile that grows into a chuckle.
"Now I can say that I didn't miss you and your guts one bit." Santana retorts with a wink.
"What brings you here, Kitty?" I follow up. Kitty and Quinn share a knowing look at each other before the latter speaks up.
"Well, as you know, I was told that I'll have my own legal secretary and the option of hiring my own associate. So-"
"Eek!" I shriek loud enough to startle everyone. "Kitty's going to be working here?!" I add, jumping in excitement.
"Girl, you gotta calm down." Kitty tells me in a serious tone.
Quinn and Santana shake their head in amusement. "Yes. Kitty will be my associate and I'm in charge of mentoring her. She'll be working with Maribel and I."
"I'll start working next week." Kitty chimes in, grinning.
"Congratulations!" I merrily cry out.
Santana nods approvingly. "Not bad, Wilde. Way to work up your way here from the land of terrible coffee downstairs."
"Are you kidding? That place is like Azkaban." Kitty waves a hand in disregard.
"You've always belonged here and it's where you should be anyway." Quinn joins in.
"God, you two are like twins." Santana utters in faux irritation.
"By the way, I've filled her in with the important details." Quinn comments on the side for us. We knowingly nod, subtly watching Kitty walk around us as if to survey every inch of the space.
"Is this your candy drawer, Brittany?" Kitty exclaims in surprise.
"Yeah. All my favorites are in there." I respond, walking over to her side to show her the contents.
"Do you have granola bars and Jellybeans?"
I glance up to see Santana and Quinn discussing something mundane amongst themselves then look back at Kitty as if we're dealing drugs. "I've got the goods." I whisper, opening a secret drawer by the side that I use for my most favorite sweets. Kitty gasps in delight. It's just like yesterday when she was the one who showed me where the best sweets were hidden during my first day here. How silly it was that we treated that whole scenario in secrecy as if we're dealing drugs, complete with waiting until everyone cleared out the pantry to make her move.
"Hey, Q. Is Kitty going to take over my office?" I voice out.
"Uhmm… I'm not sure. Yours will be unoccupied when they do the renovation on mine so it's possible. Actually, it's ideal. I could convince Maribel about it. Why?"
I tap my chin in a knowing manner and glance at Kitty. "If you're getting my office, then this is all yours." I point to my candy drawer. "Treat it as a welcome gift. I'll even show you all my other secret candy thief-proof compartments here." I add, earning much adoration from Kitty as she hugs me all of a sudden.
"Well, that's just nice." Santana comments wryly, holding on to the small box in her hand. "At least the kid won't steal every good candy from the pantry downstairs again. No more complaints from the other departments about it too."
"Don't be so sure about that. I've got quite the sweet tooth too." A manly voice speaks from the doorway of my office.
We turn to see that it's none other than Sebastian, leaning by the doorframe with a smirk on his face.
"Smythe." Santana greets nonchalantly. "I see you're right on schedule with barging in to our moment uninvited."
Sebastian snorts, motioning to walk towards us. "Relax, will you? Why do you always think I'm going do something evil? I'm not the Devil, you know."
"You seem human enough to me." I say.
"Has it ever occurred to you ladies that people aren't as one-dimensional as you make them out to be?"
"Sure. Unless it's based on historical fact which you seem to be topping every single time you're in the scene. Seriously, how did you get past the psych tests?" Quinn joins in, crossing her arms.
"I should ask you the same question, Barbie Dyke." He retorts with a raised eyebrow. "I won't stay. I'm just here to say my goodbyes to the soon-to-be departed."
"Why do people make it seem like we're dying?" I mutter under my breath which Sebastian ignores.
He cuts in between Quinn and I, making his way to my table to survey the candy drawer. "I may not like you and Quinn but Brittany is alright in my books. She's probably the only reason why other people can tolerate you two." He addresses Santana.
"Uh… Thanks?" Brittany voices out.
"Turns out your job isn't the only thing you suck at, after all. Goodbyes aren't in your arsenal, huh?" Santana chimes in.
"Not at all. I'm not fond of goodbyes but since we've created a little camaraderie, I thought I should try to see you off. You know, just to make sure that you're really out of my hair once and for all." Sebastian grins, picking up a candy from the pile. "Ooh… Can I have this, Brittany? I love Air Heads."
"Cannibalism." Kitty remarks nonchalantly from the side.
Sebastian squints his eyes at Kitty. "And who the hell are you?"
"Kitty Wilde, your new worst nightmare and Quinn Fabray's associate." She replies unenthusiastically, not giving Quinn leeway to intercept.
"Oh. That's new. I didn't hear that Fabray already hired someone to replace Lopez and Pierce so quickly. Tell me, Doggy, are you and Fabray having an affair?" He teases, smirking.
Kitty glances at us then back at Sebastian. "Gay Bro, you are so barking up the wrong tree. I am as straight as a goddamn arrow that's going to pierce through your Disney Queer Prince face to fuck it up like Quasimodo's then boomerang it back through your stone cold, dead heart with the intention that you don't die quickly so I can watch several wild animals eat your mangled corpse while thinking about what I'll be having for dinner."
Our eyebrows shoot up, surprise and awe washing over our features. I look back at Sebastian to see him sporting the same expression albeit a disgruntled one.
"Huh. A little fight in a subordinate like you. I'm looking forward to seeing your face around the Rookie Associate's floor. Bossing you around my office there should be fun."
"Your office is in Azkaban? Makes sense because the moment you walked into my new office and dipped your crummy hands into my new candy drawer, you sucked the life and soul of everyone around here. You know what you are? You're a Dementor." Kitty warns him, inching her face away from his.
I chuckle inwardly and motion for Santana to cut their little fight. "Look, Sebastian, weirdly enough we appreciate you coming here to say goodbye but we'll need you to go now so we can finish up here."
"Yeah, thanks Sebastian. We'll see you around." I add, forcibly smiling as he and Kitty finally severe the tension.
"Oh, I certainly hope so. Maybe somewhere down the road we'll get to continue our little mock trial. I'll win though, just so you know." He grins devilishly, motioning to leave my office. "Anyway, congratulations with your new jobs and promotions. I'll see you in the pantry, Kiki. But don't hope that all your favorite sweets will still be there by the time you visit."
"Wait!" Kitty exclaims from behind us. We follow her with our gaze as she approaches a surprised Sebastian by the doorway. In a swift gesture, she raises his hand holding the candy he got from me and snatches it away from him. "It's the Hunger Games from now on, bitch." She almost whispers.
Without much to do, Sebastian only stares at her in shock before finally walking away without another word. We stay silent for a few seconds until we're not able to hold in the laughter anymore.
"Just when he thought he had free rein around here!" I declare in between laughing fits.
"Sweetie, we have to talk about not getting into fights all the time like that or we'll both end up getting fired by the end of the month. Do you understand?" Quinn chimes in with Kitty nodding slowly.
"Fine. Like Mother Teresa once said, if you're blessed then might as well try to mingle with the less fortunate." Kitty utters nonchalantly.
"Oh, brother." Santana mutters to herself in amusement.
- Santana's POV –
"There you are! What are you doing here, S?" Quinn utters in relief as she enters the room. The Rookie Associates' room from the land of terrible coffee, to be exact.
I've been sitting here for the past ten minutes in what used to be my cubicle when I started working here. There's no one left around since it's almost 9pm. I'm just merely admiring how far we've come and for the hell of it, indulging on some nostalgia. The three of us have done a lot of trouble in this room, that's for sure.
"Nothing. Just sitting around. What's going on upstairs?"
Quinn nods nonchalantly, making her way towards her former cubicle just in front of mine. "Oh man. I remember this place just like yesterday! It's been a while since we've come down here."
"Ages."
Quinn nods, settling herself on her former seat. "We've done a lot of crazy stuff here back then, didn't we? Tons of pranks on the other associates, made a lesson out of the asshole Junior and Senior Associates who won't quit hitting on us, got revenge on them for bullying a few people here especially Hudson-"
I cut her off to continue her thought. "Getting Hudson high for the first time in his life in this very room when no one was around, being scolded by an angry Brittany because of it, working overtime all the time unlike the others who had it easy, countless fights in trying to convince each other not to quit every other week or so-"
"Smoking cigars in those few times that nobody was around and hoping to the Gods that Britt and Rachel won't find out, celebrating after our Initiations with the others, then catching you and Britt having sex once or twice which is horrible in itself, please don't remind me of that last one." Quinn interjects, waving a hand in disregard inciting a few laughs from me. "But yes, it's great and glamorous upstairs but we have had quite a run here, didn't we?"
"We certainly did." I say, throwing a crumpled piece of paper at her just like old times.
"Hey, you two!" Brittany exclaims from the doorway, walking towards her former cubicle. "A little nostalgia before going on our way?"
"Little bit." I say as she settles herself in her seat. "I'll really miss this place. I've had so many memories here."
"I know, baby. It's going to take some getting used to but we'll adjust one way or another." Brittany retorts. "I'll miss you the most here, Q. I won't have someone to have those midday chats with."
"Me too, sweetie. You guys will still visit me and Kitty, right?" Quinn voices out.
"Of course. Or you can always come by next door and steal food from our fridge like you always do." I say, grinning.
"Hey, it's not my fault my wife's vegan and I only have grass to eat at home. You guys have the good stuff!"
"Oh god, I'm almost scared to see what's left of our fridge after we come back from our little trip to Europe. Don't touch my personal stash and if you can, please replace everything or just leave a little bit so we won't go banging on your door begging for food like what happened the last time, okay?" Brittany speaks in all seriousness.
We all chuckle, slowly settling into silence and exchanging meaningful smiles with one another.
"So, what's next for us? Any plans?" I speak up, relaxing against my seat.
"Well, there is something." Quinn starts, earning all our attention. "Rachel and I were supposed to tell you when you guys come back but what the hell, I'll tell you now. Just act surprised when she tells you yourself."
"You're not moving away, are you?" I raise an eyebrow at her.
"What? No!" Quinn responds, smiling. "Anyway, long story short. After Tina told us a few weeks ago that she's pregnant, Rachel and I had a little discussion about finally trying to have kids of our own. She's taking a little break from Funny Girl and with the promotion I got plus having Kitty to help me with my cases which means less of a burden with the workload, we decided that since everything's in order now, maybe it's time for us to start a family."
"Oh! That's amazing, Q!" Brittany happily exclaims, crossing to Quinn's cubicle to give her a tight hug.
"Woah, that's great!" I excitedly chime in. "Who's going to carry the baby?"
"Actually, we don't know yet. We're both going to try together until one of us gets pregnant."
"Wait. What if you both got lucky with the procedure and end up getting pregnant at the same time?" I ask.
Quinn thinks about it for a second then grins widely. "Then you and Britt would have the honor of both being godmothers to each of them. That would be fun, right?"
"Huh. Just imagining you pulling my hairs out due to the future mood swings combined with multiplying Berry's equally crazy antics into infinity will surely be the stuff of nightmares and entertainment for everyone." I retort as we laugh heartily.
"How about you guys?" Quinn inquires innocently.
Brittany and I share a look, breaking out into knowing grins before turning back to Quinn.
"Soon, Q. Very soon." Brittany chimes in, resting her head on top of my best friend's.
I smile to myself as I watch their little interaction, feeling content washing over me. I take one last deep breath and motion to stand up. "Well then, let's get going, shall we? We still need to pack for our short vacation."
Brittany and Quinn nod in agreement as they gesture to leave with the latter leading forward. I take one last look around the room, taking it all in.
"Ready?" My wife asks me, reaching out for my hand just by the doorway. I turn around to face her to nod and smile at her like I always do. With a final sigh, I shut the lights off on our way out.
"And that's the tour of Sylvester International from the elevator to your office. You'll get to see the whole shebang when you get back for your first day here!" Sue Sylvester shouts way too loud for me.
I look around my new workplace and admit that it's nice enough with the sleek modern interior theme. At least according to what I saw on the way to my corner office.
I nod slowly, looking around the hallway and a few people staring back at me just as my eyes focus on the glass door in front of me.
Santana Lopez
Junior Partner
I smile to myself at the thought that somehow one good thing came out of the mess we got ourselves into not too long ago.
"Anyway, this is your office which I'm sure you know by now since you can read." Sue voices out. "I fired the last person occupying that to make room for you. There's just a few of his garbage left there that I'll have an intern throw away later but you can leave a few of your things inside."
"U-Uh… You didn't have to do fire them-"
"What?! Are you kidding?!" Sue declares in a chuckle. "You're gonna make me some big bucks while that old goose didn't even do much for me! Too bad your wife went to work at the measly DA's office and your other lesbian lover remained with Maribel. Such a shame!"
I blink a few times, unsure how to react. "W-Well, thank you, Sue."
"Yeah, yeah! Just come back and report to me on your first day even if you'll be working on your own like the other Partners. You can hire an Associate you can slave around if you want to and your secretary will be here on your first day. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to demand from my secretary, Becky, and it will be given to you. Anyway, I'm not really good with goodbyes-" She starts then cuts herself off by walking away abruptly without saying another word.
My forehead creases but I decided to let it go anyway. I turn around and admire my name on the door yet again. Ah, a corner office like I've always wanted. From outside it looks thrice as bigger than my office before. How I wish in some way that Quinn and Brittany's office is right beside mine again.
I go inside to admire it even closer, just in time for a scrawny looking guy to approach me while carrying the heavy boxes with my things in it.
"U-Uhmm… Where would you like me to put them, ma'am?"
I look around and point to the nearby corner beside my table. He nods and hurriedly sets them down then scurries off just as quickly carrying off the past occupant's things when someone calls out for him.
I walk around, admiring my beautiful view of Manhattan from here and subtly think about how I'm going to design the interior of what I'm sure is going to be my second home for a few years to come.
"Ooh… This is fancy!" Brittany's unmistakable voice echoes in the room. I turn around to see her walking in as she looks around the place.
"Hey, baby. I thought you were going to take a while in the DA's office?"
"Nah. I just dropped by to say my thanks and goodbye to John for the recommendation while trying to subtly figure out how I was going to redesign his office once he leaves. Ooh! I also got to meet his secretary who I'll be inheriting. She's so nice, San. I already feel so welcome there." She utters sweetly.
"That's really great, Britt! Can't wait to meet her." I smile back. She looks around again, putting serious thought as she surveys the space.
"Your office is so huge! With this much space, I just know where you'll put all your stuff. Your new desk table, a small fridge beside it then another long table here." She points to a corner with both of her hands. "You'll finally have space for your collection like you always wanted too. Don't forget to pick out a comfortable couch, alright? That's always handy." She adds with a wink.
"We'll even find a way to break it in." I tease, knowingly raising both eyebrows at her.
Brittany bites her lip, embracing me by the waist. "So, how about instead of staying here any longer, we actually get going on our sex trip to Europe?"
"'Sex trip'? Is that what we're calling it now? How scandalous."
"It was your idea to have this 'post-honeymoon getaway' before we get to work again. If I didn't know any better, it's your fancy way of getting me to sleep with you in another country."
"Well, I did say before that I'd marry you because of the unlimited sex which is a topic that we should be getting back on ASAP, babe." I retort. "And excuse you! Between us, I'm not the one who keeps on asking for it every time we're alone. Also before you object, I'm not complaining. I actually think it's a beautiful, beautiful thing."
"What can I say? I can't get enough of the unlimited sex too." Brittany shrugs, grinning. "Anyway, Grams called to say that she had the jet ready for us and Gergerpal's waiting downstairs to take us to the airport. What do you say about me taking you to a whole new world, wifey?"
I laugh, shaking my head in amusement. "Dork."
"Meh. You married me. You'll have to put up with the corny jokes for the rest of your life."
"Gladly so." I smile which Brittany mirrors.
"Oh, one last thing before we go." She trails off, innocently looking through the box I had brought in then fishes out a picture frame with our wedding photo in glee. "Here." She utters, placing it on the table. "To always make you feel at home."
I smile, reaching a feeling of tranquility as I sigh in relief. Just thinking about how messed up my life was a few years ago and comparing it to where I am right now… It's completely night and day with Brittany in the picture. She makes everything infinitely better in my life. Always has and forever will.
"Hey you! Enough daydreaming!" Brittany exclaims from the doorway, tilting her head in a cute manner as she gazes at me.
I chuckle, nodding as a reply. I grab my purse from the side and turn back to see her reaching out a hand for me with that smile I'll never get tired of seeing.
"Ready to go, San?"
I grin, taking her hand for her to lead me away. "Always am when I'm with you, Britt."
I'm working on my NaNoWriMo project right now but I'll be back for winter break before you know it. I'll get to working on revamping 'Princess and Me' due to public demand and start with the still untitled Laws of Attraction trilogy sequel. Thank you to those who offered to give me their copy of PaM and sorry for the late replies on tumblr, btw! I've finally answered all your asks now. Haha.
Things you can anticipate in the last installment: A 6-month time jump. It will be lighter than LoPG. Focus on Brittana's home and romantic life. Less law stuff, more humor. Brittana babies (hopefully/finally). Heavy comeuppance. Mapping out the answers to a few questions the latter part of this fic produced. 20 chapters, all in all. Anything else you'd want me to add, I'll gladly infuse.
Please do keep me on author alert so you'll be notified as soon as I post anything new. DM's are always welcome. My tumblr (kpgleek13) is open for everyone who has any questions. I'll be here when you come back, don't worry ;)
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