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She sat at her desk typing away. The past week had been nothing more than work, work, and some more work. She was about to finish her last file when her name being called startled her out of her work.
"Hmm?" She replied, without even looking up from the screen.
"Cait, I need to talk to you about something." She looked up to see her coworker and sister standing in the doorway of her office.
She sighed. "What? Come on, Cathy, I'm busy here."
"That's what I want to talk to you about," she said, pushing her glasses back up on her nose. "I don't think you'll be having to do any more of that work."
She studied her sister for a moment. "What's the catch?" She finally asked.
She laughed, "I have a case for you."
"Really?"
"Yeah," she replied.
"Hmm, I haven't been on a case in months, I'm really dying to get out there."
"That's why I thought I should ask you first, so will you do it?"
"I guess -- Wait a minute," she stopped herself. "How do I know this isn't one of your ridiculous cases? Some guy who got arrested for running around stark naked or something?"
"Dear, sister. Would I do that to you? Carson and Webber is one of the best law firms in Florida. We don't handle things like that."
She eyed her suspiciously, "I don't know..."
Cathy shrugged, "Ok, I'll just go ask Cindy." She started to walk away.
"Wait!" Cait called. "Fine, I'll do it. What's the case number?"
"On the sticky note on the right hand side of your computer," she smiled.
"You were pretty sure I was going to take the case weren't you?"
She nodded, "For as long as I can remember you never gave up an opportunity to kick some ass. Believe me, these clients need all the help they can get. I'm sure you'll find them quite interesting," she said, laughing, before closing the door to Cait's office.
"I'll find them interesting, huh?" She asked herself. "I can't believe I'm related to her, that's one weird girl." Cait sighed and picked the sticky note off her computer, reading the number. "Code: 287Gb4D," she read out loud. "Oh, I love her. Only cases that start with '287' are celebrity files. Hmm, I wonder who it is?" She quickly typed in the code and waited for the file to come up. She tipped her chair back and nearly fell back when she saw the name.
"No...she didn't," she said in disbelief reading the name over. "She did! I can't believe her!" Cait pounded her fist on the desk, "Dammit! How can she stick me with the Backstreet Boys? Especially after everything that happened. This is not good...and it's all Cathy's fault. I'm going to kill her," she grumbled, crumpling up the sticky note.
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"Okay, guys, we've got you a lawyer. The best lawyer in Orlando a matter of fact," Don, head of The Firm, announced.
"The best? How much is this costing us?" Kevin was the first to ask.
He laughed, "You're worried about money? You should be worried about winning this case. Lou was easy to beat the first time, but now that he's suing your asses again, it won't be that easy. She's one of the best."
"Whoa! Run that by me again, she?" Brian asked, stressing the word she.
"Yes, she. And she happens to be Caitlyn Carson of Carson and Webber. I'm telling you this girl is fierce in the court room," he explained. "I'm surprised you care about her gender, Brian. I don't think the female employees here would be to happy to find out you're a sexist."
"I'm not a sexist, I was just stating the facts. That's all," he defended.
"All right, now. Down to the money, it's five hundred dollars every time you meet with her. A grand everyday you have in court. Your first meeting is tomorrow. Any questions?"
Kevin raised his hand, "Yeah. We're spending this much? This girl better be pretty damn good," he said.
"She is, don't worry about it. All I need now is all your signatures on the contract and we're set. Just sign next to where your name is," he said passing a paper around the table.
"You know, her name sounds so familiar," Nick whispered to Brian passing him the paper to sign.
"I know, I was thinking the same thing. Don't we know a Caitlyn?" He asked, passing along the paper.
"I think so," he said. "Well, we'll find out tomorrow."
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