The Challenge in the Boss

Rosalie has been a hardworking employee since she was hired as an associate at Mr. Gabriel Spectre’s law firm. Mr. Spectre was a strict boss who had high expectations from his employees. At first, Rosalie found working under Mr. Spectre’s leadership stressful, but she soon realized he was a tough but fair and supportive boss.

Mr. Spectre always gave Rosalie constructive feedback on her work, which helped her improve her skills as she worked to become a good lawyer. He also recognized her hard work and dedication to their clients, which motivated her to work even harder to bring justice to those who deserve it and lay down the law, so to speak, on those who run from it. Rosalie appreciated that Mr. Spectre was always available to answer her questions, which can be a lot, and provide guidance should she need it.

However, working for Mr. Spectre also had its challenges. The man was a perfectionist, so he expected his employees to produce the best results when taking a case to court. This often meant that Rosalie had to work long hours at the office to gather precedent and other evidence, causing her to miss out on hanging with her friends at their local pub. Despite this, Rosalie knew that Mr. Spectre’s immense expectations were why the law firm succeeded, becoming one of the world’s best firms. So, she doesn’t mind putting in the extra effort to meet Mr. Spectre’s high standards.

As time passed, Rosalie learned a lot about herself and her abilities while working for Mr. Spectre. She realized that she could do more than she thought and that working under a challenging boss had helped her grow professionally and personally. Aside from her hectic work schedule, she also managed to meet someone, but that’s another story.

Overall, working for Mr. Spectre was a valuable experience for Rosalie, and she was beyond grateful for the opportunity. She learned that having an employer who pushed her out of her comfort zone and challenged her to be her best self was a blessing in disguise, and she wouldn’t trade it for anything less.

The Con of Love

I killed him. I can’t believe that I killed him. He definitely deserves to die, but not like this. I had given him everything. My life, my body, my soul and my money. I fell for his charm and seduction when we first met all those years ago.

Ryan Hall came in as a potential client at my law firm. He said he was suing a big tech company for stealing his idea to make drinking water from seawater. I, of course, jumped at the chance and offered to represent him. However, the next day, my boss told me he had decided to hire another firm due to a conflict of interest. Determined to find out why I figured out the restaurant he frequented and decided to show up unannounced.

“Ms. Vaughn,” Ryan greeted as he looked up from the menu and saw me sitting across from him. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” I smiled at him. “I heard that you have decided to go with another law firm to represent you,” I said. “I’m here to convince you otherwise.” Ryan smiled charmingly at me. “I would’ve loved to have your firm defending me,” he said. “Though, as I have said to your boss, there is a conflict of interest.” Curious, I asked him what it was. He leaned closer and said, “I’m interested in seeing one of the associates outside the office.” I leaned back, feigning shock. “Mr. Hall!” I exclaimed. “You are a naughty boy!” Ryan chuckled. “I can show you how bad I can be, Ms. Vaughn. That is if you’ll let me.” I chuckled as the waiter came over to take our orders.

We began a romantic relationship shortly after our impromptu dinner. I discovered he’s an up-and-coming tech developer hoping to get a big break with the fancy water filter. I told him that I was working up the ranks at the firm and hoping to make partner one day. Our budding romance quickly became unconditional love, and we were soon engaged.

I went to the house to get ready on the day we were supposed to be married. When I arrived, I found that Ryan had taken all his belongings and left without a trace. At that moment, I knew that everything had been a lie. Anger surged through me as I vowed to get revenge.

Uncertain Future

I knew I should’ve told him in the beginning. Yet every time I want to, I chicken out at the last minute. I enjoy being with him, and I can see that we have a wonderful future together, but when I tell him the truth, that wonderful future will cease to exist.

“I have to tell you something,” I said to my partner when I came into her office, closing the door behind me. “What is it?” She asked, a worried look appeared on her face. “It’s been weighing on me since I told my boyfriend that I love him.” My partner blinked confusingly at me. “What’s wrong with that? You both love each other, it’s perfectly natural for you to say the words.” Letting out a sigh, I steeled my resolve to tell her the deepest, darkest secret that I have carried with me.

“I want a divorce,” I said. Shocked, my partner asked why I wanted to get divorced when my boyfriend and I aren’t even married. Taking in a shaky breath, I said, “I want a divorce because I’m the one who is married.” My partner’s eyes widened to the size of saucers, not willing to believe what I had just told her.

“You’re married?!” She exclaimed. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Shame washed over me as my shoulders slumped. “I wanted to, but when I would get the courage to say it, I back out at the last minute.” My partner sighed, putting her head in her hands. “So you want me to help you track down your husband so you could get divorced?” I nodded, hoping that she will help me.

“I can’t imagine my life without William in it,” I said, holding back the waterworks. “I just want to leave my past behind so I can focus on my future.” My partner sighed again, muttering to herself, “The things I do for my friends.” A brief moment passed and she said, “Alright, I’ll help you. Tell me who your husband is and I’ll figure out how to track him down.” I let out a squeal and hugged my partner, telling her “thank you” over and over, not knowing that the future that I’ve dreamed of is about to become uncertain.

Door Number Two

“I’m sorry, but your request has been denied.” The bespeckled middle-aged woman said in a monotone yet sympathetic voice. “You are to remain where you are until further notice.” She finished, raising a hand to adjust her glasses before going on her way. The young girl then grabbed onto the edge of the desk for support as shock rendered her legs weak.

She had been so sure that her request would be granted. Her mind had conjured up various scenarios where she can still do what she loves, but not so far from home. Now that the prospect of having that turn into reality is gone, she has no choice but to accept her fate. At least it’s only for a few days a week, she mused. So I could technically get enough sleep the night before assuming that I don’t stay up till late. She thought as she returned to her office, deciding to drown herself in work for a while.

After she had submitted the last of the documents for the case, the young girl stretched her arms to ease the soreness that had built up from hours of typing. Glancing at the computer clock, she saw that it’s almost time to head home. Letting out an inaudible sigh, she dreaded the post-rush hour traffic that’s sure to hurt her chances of getting home early to make dinner. This is so not my day. She thought miserably. Logging off, she then began packing up her things, making sure not to forget anything important. Once she is sure that she has everything, she got up from her chair and went out the glass door of her small office.

Her black kitten heels clicked loudly on the marble floor as she made her way toward the elevator, the sound echoing through the halls. As the metal lift descended, her phone buzzed, alerting her that there’s an incoming call. Rummaging through her messenger bag, she found her phone and quickly answered the call before the person on the other end hung up.

“Hello, this is Camile, how may I help you?” The caller on the other end introduced himself as the person in charge at another law firm close to her house. He asked if she would be interested in coming to work for him. “If you are,” he said. “Then I’ll need a most recent version of your resumé so I can see where your skills lie.” The young girl answered in the affirmative and promised to send him her resumé through email as soon as she gets home. The man then bid her good night and ended the call. Camile’s lips then curled into a small smile as the elevator reached the ground floor. Excitement coursed through her veins as she exited the building. Door Number One may be closed for good,  she concluded. but there’s always Door Number Two.

Office Romance

He knew that they’re just colleagues. He’s her employer, and she’s his employee. He can’t seem to get this feeling of possessiveness out of him. He watched as she danced with a handsome, rich billionaire, wishing that it was him. That brief moment when he held her in his arms as they waltzed around the room sparked something in him that he can’t quite place.

A warmth surrounded him like a tight hug as he immersed himself in the intimate act of dance, forgetting the world around him. It’s completely illogical. Romance is nothing but junk science. He tried to convince himself, but his heart says otherwise.

Katherine belongs to me! I should be the one dancing with her, not some rich millionaire buffoon! Elias raged in his mind. Calm down, Hotshot. Elias’s mind chimed in. You’re the one who says that love is nothing but hokum, right? Elias’s mind chimed in again. He knew that his mind was right, yet he can’t shake the fact that he is attracted to the beautiful woman in more ways than one.

From the moment that he saw her wearing a stunning black strapless gown before heading from the firm to the party, Elias’s mind went into overdrive as he gazed lustfully at the woman standing before him, asking if the dress looked alright. After coming down from Cloud 9, he quickly blurted out a loud “Yes!”

Elias then made a mental note to himself to stop thinking about Katherine and focus on enjoying himself at the party. Somewhere, a small voice in his mind said, Yeah, good luck with that, Elia-dude. You can’t stop thinking about Katherine, and you know it! The man closed his eyes as he took a deep breath and thought, This is going to be a long night.

To Work or Not to Work?

If you have read any of my previous posts on this blog, you would know that I am just as desperate as the rest of you “self-employed” people are to find a decent job. Yet, after helping out at a real estate law firm, I have come to a single conclusion and that is that I’m almost always bored out of my skull.

Now, you might be confused with those anime question marks floating around your heads as to why I would even reach such a conclusion. Being at work means that you always had something to do to keep you occupied and busy right? Well, that wasn’t the case at the office where I worked as an Administrative Intern. Sure, everyone else were working away like busy little bees working on real estate cases and whatnot; but I was sitting in my seat with nothing to do other than check my email, update my Facebook status and whatever else one does when one is bored.

During my time working (or interning, rather, given that I was only there to gain experience and therefore did not need to be paid) at the firm, I helped close case files, deposit cheques to different banks located near the office and scanning, copying and faxing paperwork to different law firms and real estate offices. I also helped answer the phones which I did not understand how to do in the beginning but got the hang of it after a few days. I also got the chance to get free food in the form of gifts from clients and also from Happy Hour (if you can call an early/late afternoon snackfest that). I’ve had drinks from both Blenz and Starbucks, chocolate covered snacks, different flavoured macarons, bubble tea, waffles (or maybe it was a cake that looked like a waffle) and a nice Japanese bento from the Japanese restaurant downstairs in the mall.

All in all, it was quite an interesting experience. Now all that’s left to do is get that reference letter from the boss-man, which might be a tad difficult given that I haven’t done very much aside from a few simple office tasks but I’ll take my chances. If he doesn’t give me a reference letter, that’s fine, I understand, as long as he knows that I’ve done what is asked of me to the best of my ability. Maybe someday I can have the opportunity to work there as an official employee but that might be wishful thinking given that I know absolutely zip about real estate. I guess I’ll just stick with the Job Hunt for a while longer and hope with all of my soul that I can find something.