We are ushered into a very spacious office by the perky assistant, and asked to take seats until the man, Erikkson, arrives. Apparently, Erikkson is making himself a ‘cup of tea’ at the moment in the little kitchenette of the office.“Huh,” I mutter, “I always thought these lawyer types had assistants to these things for them.”“Not Erikkson,” grins Gerald, “when it comes to his ‘tea’, that man trusts no one with it.”I do not know why, but everyone keeps stressing the word ‘tea’ in relation to this Erikkson dude. I think it might be an inside joke of sorts. It’s more than clear that Gerald is familiar enough with these people to come barging into the office to meet the man without even having a prior appointment as well as bringing someone else with him, so I don’t ask him about it. I don’t want to annoy Gerald with my questions the first day I’m back in the city.“I see,” I reply, and take it upon myself to look around the office where a shocking amount of newspaper articles has bee

“Well,” I muse, somewhat dazedly, “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone like that.” Gerald smiles knowingly, “Mr. Erikkson does have that effect on people.” “You mean he’s like a human hurricane to everyone he meets?” “That would be an apt descriptor for him, yes,” he nods, “Erikkson always had far more energy than one man should since the day I met him. He flirts with anything on two legs and legal age, turns his charm up to the maximum with the blink of an eye, and then astounds you with his intelligence and cunning wit the next. I have no idea how he keeps all that restraint under a respectable demeanor the moment he is in court. Mind you, his tongue will be sharp as ever, but he would have this air of absolute authority over him and believe me when I say that man does not have enemies in judges.” “I’m guessing that this is not a common feat for lawyers?” “No, it isn’t. You got no idea how utterly petty some judges could be, but never with Richard Erikkson. They eat right out of

After Gerald came to my rescue, the security guards declared that the incident was of no importance. The man who had burst in was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I disagree with this; he was just being a jerk for the sake of it. But that’s not something you can directly say, especially when you’re trying to maintain a ‘better than thou’ air around you and attempting to get the hell out of an unsavory situation. To be honest, I did not even want to continue defending my innocence after Gerald came, I just wanted to stop looking at the man’s face.The man was not happy of course, even when we exited the washrooms, he was trailing us, accusing me of trying to get away from my ‘wrong doings’ until finally, Gerald had had enough and threatened to call in the police for harassment charges if he didn’t let go.“Do you know who this is?” Gerald had asked him, tone icy and even as he held the other man’s eyes in a glare. He pointed at me, “his name is Jace. Jace Greyson.”The other man’s

School is bustling on the first day of the new Fall semester, and I realize that after the Winter semester, I will be in going into my third year. That is a daunting thought, I admit because I can’t believe the amount of change that had occurred in my life during these past few months. I mean, when I came to King’s College, I was but a scholarship kid who had to work about two jobs to fend for myself. I was hurting, my fear of the world only coming second to my anger, hating my father and missing my mother, and getting beat up on an almost daily basis.It's bizarre to ponder upon how much I’ve changed. I got friends now, although they are an odd bunch. I’m not all that pissed at my dad, and contrary to my past belief, he does actually care for me. I got a best friend who is amazing, a pseudo-father figure who’s not afraid to call out my bullshit as well as come to my rescue should I find myself needing it, and I have a decent job that might have been given to me solely on nepotism, bu

It is a TA who had been assigned to monitor duties, standing next to Annabelle. Anabelle looks like she is about to cry, with her eyes all huge and shining, and her small stature convoluted into a posture that screamed baby bunny that needed rescuing. She is fiddling with the hem of her shirt, lower lip bitten and flushed red alarmingly.Was she that frightened about this whole ordeal? I didn't even realize. Had she not been chortling just moments ago?“What’s going on here?” The TA questions, looking between the bully and me, “this young lady came to me, all frightened because you boys looked like you were going to re-enact WWE right in the middle of the cafeteria. What’s wrong with you? Weren't a group of students just expelled last semester for fighting one boy?”“And that ‘boy’ would be me, sir,” I reply, taking a step away from the bully, knowing that if I appeared to be intimidating, I would be lumped up with him as well, “I was just minding my own business when this guy came he