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an assignment.”
    “Did I pass?”
    “What?”
    “The test?”
    “What test?”
    I glared, and he got it. “Oh. That test. Yes.” He stretched out his hand. “You're certified and now know how not to treat coloreds and fillies. Welcome to Krueller.”

7

    I FELT LIKE a victim at Krueller. No one would make eye contact with me. They were too busy reading papers, rushing down the hallway, or just plain snotty. Every three steps, someone gave me a package, confusing me for a mailroom worker.  
    I must have circled the floor three times looking for a door with “Mabel” on it. I did not want to go back to Stack. I wanted to go back home and change. I stared at the floor.
    “You need help?”
    It was a woman who looked like a New Jersey housewife. Big hair. Big boobs. Big blobs of makeup caked on like a clown. Who was I to judge? She was the first who wanted to help me. I got over myself and smiled. “Yes. I'm looking for Mabel.”
    “She don't work here no more.”  
    “Sorry. It's my first day and I was told.”
    “You was told wrong. Mailroom help, see Brenda.”
    “I'm not supposed to work in the mailroom.”
    “Really? What's your name?”
    “Rufus Wang.”
    She led me to an office with a placard that read “BRITNEY ORGIA” and scrambled through scattered folders, looking for something. “This is my first day as recruitment coordinator.”
    “What did you do before?”
    “Secretary.”  
    “Congratulations.”
    “Thanks. It took a lot of cock for me to get the job. Now, let's see.”
    She found a folder and read. “Rufus Wang. Columbia Law. Impressive.”
    “It's nothing.”
    “You don’t have a practice group.”
    “Excuse me?”
    “You didn't pick no area of specialty.”
    “I did. I'm supposed to work in the art law group with Goldberg and Helmsley.”
    “Goldberg and Helmsley haven't been with the firm for two months.”  
    “What about the rest of the art law group?”
    “They took it and all of their clients with 'em to Olympus.”
    The Olympus Firm was the preeminent entertainment firm in the country. I didn’t bother interviewing there because they didn’t have Goldberg and Helmsley. Krueller previously promised me I would work with them, although I never met them and/or anyone in their practice group.  
    “But the only reason I came here was to do arts law. If I knew it had dried up, I wouldn’t have picked.”
    “Wouldn't have picked what?”
    “I don't know what I'm going to do.”
    “Why not try a little work in different departments so's you get a feel for what you wanna do?”  
    “How about pro bono from Lawyers Doing Bono? Can I take a pro bono case from them?”  
    “You have to do normal billable work first.”
    “What do you have?”
    “Nothin' now. I'll take you to your sibling after the grip and grin.”  
    “Grip and grin?”
    Britney took me on a tour of the firm and introduced me to lawyers, secretaries, and paralegals that all did the same thing: gripped my hand, introduced themselves with a grin, and then shook my hand.
    Unfortunately, all of the partners seemed leery of me. The expressions, tense body language, and apprehension suggested either fear or “the fuck is this guy doing here?”
    I knew I was in for a long day.

8

    BRITNEY KNOCKED ON the door of an office three flights down from Stack. Which was heavenly. Not the office, I meant being so far away from Stack. It made the likelihood he’d grab me for some case or harassment that less likely.
    Answering Britney’s knock was a super-peppy woman who looked like an Olivia Pope wannabe. And I hated Scandal , so that wasn’t a good thing.
    Olivia Jr. bounced to me and waved. “Hi!”
    Britney said, “Xandra, this is Rufus.”
    I extended my hand and Xandra hugged me. A deep, long-lost friend kind of hug. I felt her boobs press up against me. Pretty big, too. Maybe Walker had interviewed her. “Brother! We'll be great siblings!”
    Brother? They were serious about this “sibling”