Chapter 2
There was a bustle of activity in the office and I could see the heavy burden on everyone’s shoulder like they were screaming for help. I got to reception and the woman was juggling too many phone calls. I very calmly reached over and disconnected each and every one of them with her sitting back with a sigh of frustration. She put her hands over her face.
“There is nothing insurmountable and you need to remember that you need to make time for yourself. Work will always be there and if it’s important they will certainly call back at a more convenient time. It’s all about prioritizing and not taking things too seriously.” There were bags underneath her eyes and she looked like she had aged a few years in the span of a few days. I didn’t know her, but I felt I could read her story.
“The phones have been ringing off the hook with potential clients looking for representation. I don’t see anything for us to be proud of, but you won’t hear me complaining.” The case was pretty controversial and the guy had swindled millions from those who were living hand to mouth on security pensions.
“You’re not responsible for what your boss does and that kind of burden is not yours to carry. Stacy, I want you to think about the path you want to be on and whether or not this place is going to make you realize your dreams. We only get one life to live and to squander that gift is reprehensible in my opinion.” I had given her some hope for the future and what she did with that advice was entirely up to her. I only knew her name because of her badge which was affixed to her very simple looking blue blouse.
“I don’t appreciate anyone giving unsolicited advice to my staff. I know who you are and we should talk before we consider this offer signed on the dotted line.” He was dressed in a very expensive Italian suit which molded to his body like a second skin. It was the perfect illusion of success and the Rolex was a nice touch to give people the impression he was the man.
“I think that would be a great idea. Lead the way and hopefully, we will come to a consensus on what you expect from this temporary position.” I began to think of another position while walking behind him. I was looking at his fine ass encased in those pants. It was obvious he took care of himself and the muscles underneath the shirt were hiding a flesh and blood desirable man.
He walked with confidence and opened his door while standing back and letting me enter before him as a sign of respect. I took my place in front of his desk. It was a glass table which made it easy to see the object of my desire pressing against the expensive fabric of his suit.
“I need you to get these people back to fighting form. I’m getting tired of walking around on eggshells. They look at me with distaste and I feel their judgment from across the room. I was this close to firing all of them and starting over from scratch. I don’t want to have to do that unless it’s the last resort.” He was worried about perception and he had pulled himself from obscurity to become the next big thing in defense lawyers.
“I will personally talk to each and every one of them, but I think we should start at the top.” He was looking at me a bit confused and then I lowered my glasses in a studious way to convey the seriousness of my suggestion. “I’m not kidding and we can either do things my way or you can find somebody else.” I was bluffing and petrified at the possibility of him calling me on it.
“Let’s not do anything rash and if you think it’s a good idea for me to lie on the couch then I don’t see any reason to deny your request.” I felt empowered like my words had influence over others, but I could never translate any of this into my love life.
He got up from his desk and I had to turn away in disgust by his obvious endowment staring me in the face. It was almost like a train wreck and there was no way I could avert my eyes. He walked past me purposely grazing my shoulder and the side of my neck with his long and manicured fingers. I felt a chill run down my spine which obviously made its way between my legs and the lips of my sex.
He took his place on his black leather couch and I swiveled the chair and moved to where I was in a position to look at him with nothing subtle about my intentions. He couldn’t see me from his vantage point with his arms crossed over his chest.
“I want you to take a deep breath and tell me why it is that you feel you need therapy. I’m only here to listen and to guide you into mental health.” I was using the textbook to knock it over his head and I was antsy to go beyond conventional therapy.
“I’m paying you a lot of money and you expect me to talk about myself. If that is what I’m paying for then my mother must have several degrees on her wall. She can always manipulate me into doing anything. I don’t even know why I’m telling you any of this. Do you really think it was my idea to go into law? I had a dream of being an architect and I made my company base here in this building because I couldn’t turn away from the design of the building.” It must’ve cost him a small fortune to house his law firm in this building, but to him, it must’ve been money well spent.
I wanted to reach out and touch him, to peel away the layers of his mistrust and then his clothes in that order. It would’ve been a different kind of therapy had he been lying there completely naked and at my mercy.
“I do find myself curious to the reason why you took the case. It was quite obvious from the very beginning that he was guilty. It was a slam dunk case and I would consider it a lucky break you found a loophole to use against the legal system.” I was calling him out on his actions and finding his body shifting in place a good sign of his guilt.
“I didn’t have any choice and my father was expecting big things from me when he turned over the reins of the empire. I’ve always wanted to make it on my own and taking the case against his advice was my way of inserting my own dominance.” He made me jump almost out of my skin when he swung around and was now in a seating position. “You can’t possibly believe any of the garbage coming out of my mouth. I’m just saying what you want me to say and we both know the reason why you want me here in my office all to yourself.” His attempt at seduction was a necessary distraction and the pleasures of the flesh were the only thing that made him feel like he didn’t let people down.
“You’re trying to make me feel uncomfortable and you’re very good at it. Your issue stems from an overbearing father and a mother who never thought you did anything right. You’re always trying to please them with no regard for your own happiness.” He wasn’t exactly happy with my evaluation and I could see my words had a lasting impact on his psyche.
“I brought you here because this is a place of business and I can’t have people running to the bathroom and weeping openly in the middle of a workday. I think my time on the couch has come to an end and it would be a good idea for you to concentrate your efforts on those who need your expertise.” He was reflecting away from his issues. It was a bold move to make him seem like he was untouchable.
“It’s interesting how you use the term therapy like it’s a dirty word. I’m going to tell you what I have learned about you in the short time I have been sitting here listening to you. You have a real issue with authority and you don’t like anybody telling you what to do. You use sex as a weapon and no woman is immune to your charm. You make others feel small and you break them down so that you can build them up to your idealism. There’s no ring on your finger and I would say it’s a lonely position to be on top.” I felt this wave of euphoria as he stepped up to me like he was prepared to strike me down dead.
“I’m going to leave this office while I still have nothing to be sorry for. I will return at the end of the day and I expect to hear of some kind of progress. Don’t break them and I need you to treat them with kid gloves. They are fragile and they can break easily which you almost accomplished with Stacy out at the front desk.” His dark hair was cut in a uniformed military fashion and his clean shaven face gave the appearance of purity.
“There’s no reason to get all defensive and I was only trying to prove a point. If you’re feeling this way and acting out irrationally, then you can imagine how people who haven’t been subjected to your kind of abusive childhood is going to react.” He walked out of the room in a huff and the woman inside me wanted to grab him and force him to see me as a hungry and insatiable animal.
Chapter 3
I went out into the hallway and began to call in each individual on my list. It was going to be a long and tedious day and no doubt I was going to uncover some painful truths along the way.
His office became the scene of many crying and showing their fragile emotional states. I couldn’t help but admire Jules for considering bringing a professional in to look after these people. It showed that he was conscientious, but I knew underneath he was just doing it to save face.
I had my last appointment of the day and the hours seemed to slip by without even being noticed. I was completely enthralled with each individual story and I made good use of my education.
“I was on the front line and I feel guilty like I did something wrong. I know it’s true about everybody having the right to legal representation, but this man was a despicable human being. I can’t tell you how many times I wanted to wrap my hands around his throat when he came in for consultation.” Janine was Jules second in command and she had been affected most of all by the decisions made.
“I know this has to be hard, but you were only doing your job and life has a funny way of throwing curveballs. You need to handle things in a more constructive manner and you can never lose sight on what is important in your life.” I was tapping my pen against my knee, but the one thing I couldn’t stop thinking about was getting Jules into a compromising position.
“I don’t know how you can say that and you have no idea what kind of demands he has put on us. I’ve tried to be there for everyone, but who was there for me when I was losing it.” Her wild mane of wavy hair was a frazzled mess and the light gray was obviously because of the stress she was under.
“It’s going to be a hard road and there are no shortcuts unless of course, you’re willing to pay me under the table.” My attempt at levity was met with the cheerful grin and I reached for a nearby tissue to wipe the tears staining her mascara.
“You have no idea how to nice it is to talk to somebody without feeling judged. My own family turned their back when they saw me because they considered what I did as helping the enemy. I’ll find a way to smooth the troubled waters and after all, they are my family and I can’t exchange them for another.” This time, I was the one that was left to laugh underneath my breath.
“Ahem…I’ll be here for as long as all of you need me to be and there are no time restraints. Everyone will get their chance to say what is on their mind and I’ll do what I can to make things better. I can’t promise miracles and the one thing we should all take from this is some jobs can be taxing to the point of weighing you heavily down with a burden.” I could see the looming shadow behind me and I didn’t have to look over my shoulder to know Jules was taking a special interest.
“I’ll do what I can to convince Jules to keep you around. I don’t know about the others, but I feel a lot better talking to you. You have compassion and anytime I try to bring up anything negative, Jules stops and throws his hands in the air in self defeat.” It did sound like something he would do and I had no doubt he was suffering without anybody seeing how this was affecting him.
The stains of nicotine on her fingers indicated her way of handling things was by puffing like a chimney. I had to admit that was a monkey that I had on my back, but I had recently learned how to cope. Cigarettes had no hold on me and I was going to have to broach the topic with Janine to see if she was willing to take a leap of faith.
“A therapist is only good when the patient they are seeing is willing to understand they have a problem. It shouldn’t come as any surprise that Jules is the one that has to live with his decisions.” I couldn’t help but feel bad for all of them and they were stuck in an untenable situation and had no way to break free of the endless cycle.
She opened up easily and there were a few holdouts, but mostly they were male and they didn’t want to say anything that would come back to haunt them. I respected their opinion, but they needed to understand this was a safe place and none of what was being said was going to be shared in any way with Jules. I wouldn’t even have considered telling him anything over pillow talk.
“I don’t know about other therapists, but you do your profession proud. I feel like I can actually get some sleep tonight and not toss and turn until the wee hours of the morning.” She smoothed out her skirt and she managed to fix her face before opening up the door and finding Jules standing there with his hands behind his back like he was hiding something.
He didn’t say anything and Janine was understandably still upset and decided to scurry down the hallway and into the elevator to leave at the end of the day.
The door slammed and I could see his anger and the way that his cheeks had turned a different shade of red. I think he was trying to intimidate, but it wasn’t going to work.
“I could have chosen anyone for this job, but I chose you because I thought you could make short work of what was bothering them. I get the feeling you have no intention of leaving my employment anytime soon. It might be a good idea for us to discuss things over dinner.” If this was his half baked attempt at getting a date then he really was on the cusp of a mental breakdown. It could be he was trying to deflect the possibility of rejection which wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.
“I would bite my tongue and hold my breath until I turn blue, but nothing will be settled that way. You pushed these people passed their breaking point. Is it any wonder they cracked under the pressure? There are no easy fixes. If you truly want to help them then you will allow them to find some peace on my couch. I’ll be glad to discuss my treatment, but you will not get me to talk about them by name.” I was new to the office and I didn’t know the politics or how to deal with the seething resentment coming off of him in waves.
“I get this feeling you enjoy listening to people tell you their problems. I want you to know that I’m on to you and this sick little game of yours to make me look bad.” His name did come up several times, but there were other issues lying underneath the surface. This case had only awakened deep unresolved sins. They didn’t know what to do with the feeling of guilt without manifesting it into something life threatening.
“I do get a certain sense of elation by helping people. I do what I can to make the most out of a bad situation. There comes a time in everyone’s life that they have to reevaluate their moral code of conduct. It would be a good idea for you to do the same and you never know what you’re going to find lurking underneath.” I was trying to think of anything to say to prevent myself from running into his arms.
“These people might need you and I’m going to reluctantly agree to keep you around, but I think you understand my head is off limits.” He grabbed his jacket from behind the door. It was a long trench coat which obviously was his way of lording his wealth and fame over others.
“I would be remiss if I didn’t say that the one person that needs help the most is you. There’s obviously something in your past, a block that is preventing you from seeing that your actions have consequences.” I felt like my skin was crawling and there was definitely an itch that I couldn’t scratch alone. I only had to look at his hands to imagine the sexual chemistry. He would always overcompensate and if I could translate that into the bedroom then his need to please was going to be my gain.
“Your profession has always fascinated me, but I never could understand how anybody could need somebody to tell them what to do. You would think they would get enough of that from their family to last them a lifetime. There will always be some dysfunction in their own life which they never want to voice because they are too afraid of confrontation.” He did have issues and he might have believed otherwise, but I could see through him like a cheap suit.
“I don’t pretend to have all the answers, but I do feel like I have something to offer. Others may do this for the money, but I don’t need much to live on. I have no interest in gaining personal wealth or desire to have a boat or any other trappings of luxury.” He was listening intently, but I was not sure he was buying what I was trying to sell.
“I don’t know what you want from me and we tried therapy and I showed you just what I think about it. There’s no point in trying to convince me otherwise and it’s not going to work.” He was a whirlwind of emotions and he then stepped from the room and I followed like there was an invisible leash connecting me to him.