At Will
Section 1
Pollen and the bright sun anesthetized color - muting almost every color to its equivalent shade in pastels. James stood by the window of his apartment at Bayside Village, adjusting his tie and checking the time - it was 8:30 AM. On his phone, a message from the Recruiting Agency, Eastridge. Cassie assured him that the partners at Sidley Austin, a corporate law firm, had asked for him by name - which never happened so he should be excited. It was a request that had never occurred in his ten years as a paralegal, a sudden, specific gravity pulling him into their orbit.
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