Hilary stumbled out of her Uber car, tipping the drive a brand new $20.00 bill for his service. She was feeling giddy and lightheaded from the glasses of Merlot and salad after work.
Having gone out with her girlfriends, in the core of the city, to share their work week stories and bitch about men, Hilary felt satisfied. She needed that break to take time to listen to her friend’s issues, and turn off her own.
She was a criminal lawyer, and as much as she loved her career, and the amount of money she earned, it was a mentally exhausting position to be in. She always had to check her morals at the door, when she knew the criminals she was defending, were probably guilty. Her job of attempting to convince the judge and jury otherwise, drained her. Her time out with her friends really helped her to forget the shit she had been focusing on all week.
Although her tribe of friends were not lawyers, and never really understood how tough her job was, they listened intently to her stories. They were great listeners, even though one of them, Celia, tended to be quite judgmental
As she turned her key in the lock, and stepped inside, she entered her alarm code into the pad on the hallway wall. She was so glad to kick off her stilettos and strip down to her underwear. “Hey Missy” she slurred, as her tabby cat…
