I'm sitting in my office trying to go over the Damian Cain case. It's one of the toughest I've had and with a lot going against us it's going to be hard to prove. I wish I could see the damn thing from all angles, from Emma's perspective. I'm sure that Damian didn't do it but how can I prove that? He's definitely a lot to deal with as a client, but I know I can handle him.

In my notes, I see that the prosecutor is Adam Wolff. He's really tough and a good lawyer, so I'm pleased that he's whom we'll be up against. If Wolff is in this thing then we really will have a harder time. He's ruthless and he knows how to put people behind bars. In this case, if we lose, he would be putting the wrong man behind bars and I can't let that happen. As I decide about what to do, I think I need a break.

I grab my jacket and decide to talk a walk. Maybe some fresh air will clear my mind. I leave the beautiful building where I work and remind myself how lucky I am to work there. My job really is everything and it's a constant challenge that keeps me on my toes. I am challenged by this case and it forces me to use all my intellectual power, which feels good. I'm walking down the street breathing in the fresh air and things do start to become clearer. There's gotta be some other way to prove that Damian was with Emma, but that he obviously was not the only one who saw her that night.

I think about all the security footage we could look at and I wonder if there was any other person who potentially saw her. There has to be some witness, somebody who will testify for the truth.

Eventually, I walk all the way down to the courthouse and I take in its domineering force of representing the law and the beautiful architecture. It reminds me of why I started this job in the first place. I am here to represent the underrepresented. I am here to help people. And despite, Damian's bad boy attitude, I will help him too. His life hinges on that fact that I do, and so I'm thinking about this and percolating this case in my mind, sure that I can do this.

This courthouse brings up sentimental feelings for me. It's this beautiful building and it stands for everything that shaped me into a good lawyer. As I walk in the shadows of its massive presence as a place for the law and for justice, I am reminded of my college days when I choose this as my future. I always wanted to be a lawyer, and here I am, having made partner at one of the impressive firms there is, and I have come so far. And yet, this case is such a challenge for me and I need to take my mind off of it.

I look across the street from the courthouse and I spy my favorite college bar. It's a local hangout and it's where a lot of grad students blow off steam. I think it looks inviting right now and I'm in need of a drink. So, I decide to stop by. I walk into the place and it is loud and raucous as usual. I order a drink, and find a little corner of the bar to nestle myself in and to just watch people for a while.

I've had a rough day trying to deal with Damian's case and having decided to go somewhere low key was definitely a wise call on my part. This is another of my favorite haunts because people don't usually know me here. It's not an upscale bar but it's one I used to frequent often when I was in college. I feel right at home here. And it's the perfect place to wrap my mind around a tough case, because I have done so through my studies so many times. It's not a dive bar exactly but it's somewhere that college kids can afford.

I'm thinking about our case now and how I just have to shine because it is my first case as a partner. I know I don't have to prove myself, but I want to. If only I can get my head around who this Emma is and whom else she's hanging out with, then I'll be satisfied. Why did she have to get herself into such trouble? The thought of her demise makes me sad, but there's nothing I can do except to try to achieve justice for this one man who accidentally got wrapped up in the wrong girl.

I've got my notes and everything spread out in front of me at my small little corner table.

"Hi Jacqueline, I thought that was you."

When I look up I see the last person I ever expected to see. His name is Xavier and he's gorgeous and I've known him since my college days. He's so tall and handsome. I always wanted to fuck him but we never did. We've always just had a light flirtation going on.

In case you haven't noticed by now, even though I'm busy, I tend to surround myself by some extremely attractive men.

Even still, the last few things I told you? Well, you realize that we're dealing with some extraordinary circumstances. If I wasn't so into being this hot and bothered all the time, I'd have to get a chastity belt or take a cold shower every couple of hours to calm myself down.

But I think I'd rather just be naughty, horny, and all hot and bothered like I said. Because it ain't really bothering me.

"Xavier! Oh my goodness, I never thought I'd see you here."

"Why not? We used to hang out with her a lot, remember?"

"Of course, I remember. It's just still such a surprise."

"A happy one, I hope."

"Definitely," I smile up into his charming face. My night has suddenly taken a turn for the better.