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Chapter 3 - Tris POV
"So how's being a lawyer treating you?" Caleb asked at dinner. We were leaving to see our parents the next day and were enjoying our last night together in the city.
"It's great, actually. I won six cases in a row, and some of my colleagues nicknamed me 'Six,'" I replied.
"Six!" Caleb whistled. "Damn. I knew you were good, just not that good."
"Neither did I." We finished our dinners and paid for the meal. We walked in comfortable silence down the street. "I've missed you," I said, stopping to look at Caleb.
"Me too." Caleb stopped to look at me.
"I'll see you tomorrow." We hugged before I turned around and walked back to my apartment. It was a short walk. I enjoyed walking around the city at night; the cool air and bright lights. I'd always been a people-person like my parents. I loved how busy New York was. Caleb was more the reserved type.
I slipped my key into the lock and opened the door. My apartment was small, but not overly expensive. There was a small kitchen, just big enough for me to move around in. I had a couch and a decent-sized TV on the other side of the room. There was a bedroom through the door, mine. I had a small bathroom with just enough room for the single vanity, shower-tub, and toilet.
I sighed, taking off my shoes, and wandered over to my bed. I changed into an over-sized T-shirt and pajama bottoms before sinking into my bed.
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The airplane landed smoothly the next afternoon. Caleb and I found our suitcases easily. My mom and dad hugged us once we found them. I hadn't seen my parents since the day I graduated law school. After several minutes, we pulled apart and piled the suitcases into the trunk of my mom's SUV.
We drove onto the highway. The one thing here that was better than New York, was the traffic. Streets were far less busy compared to the streets in New York.
"So how's the campaign going?" Caleb asked.
"Right now; I've got about as many as my competitor."
"Who's your competitor?" I asked, genuinely interested. When I was younger, my dad complained about the mayor and government a lot; I was glad to see he was finally taking charge.
"Marcus Eaton," he replied simply.
"Marcus Eaton?" Caleb exclaimed, voicing my thoughts. "As in Four Eaton's dad?"
"Yes, Caleb," my mother said in a warning tone. I guess the fact the guy's son was a major celebrity annoyed my dad.
"I bet most his votes are because his son is a football player in the NFL," I reassured my dad. "The kid's a brat."
"Yeah. Have you seen the latest news? Kicked off the team for anger problems. Heard he got in a fight with another player. Gave the poor guy a black eye," Caleb added, catching on.
"That's enough! We should never talk badly about anyone. Okay?" my father said. My parents were the most selfless, kindest people I knew.
"Of course, dad," I replied, looking down. Here I was, a 26 year old, still like an embarrassed child.
"Good," my father replied.
A/N: There you go. Chapter 3 is up. Chapter 4 should be up tomorrow, so keep your eyes open. Don't forget to review! My fellow writers should know how helpful it is to receive reviews. So please, hit the review button.