My name is Parker Williams. I am 25 years old and have a great job as a defense attorney at the Johnson & Dennis LLP. I live in New York in my little apartment on 4th street. My apartment, its small, and kind of cramped, but thats just how I like it. You see, i don't live with anyone, so the bills, and all of the space is mine. I have plenty of room to store all of my files and trinkets.
I have done many cases over the years. I deal mostly with criminal law though. I deal with murders, assaults, fights, robberies, and all that stuff. Although I am just an attorney, sometimes I investigate the case firsthand, like this one.
I begin by driving down to the police department where i hope to dig up some dirt, you know, files on the suspects. Looking at their files should give me an edge when I interview them tomorrow. It is always good to know a little bit about who you are interviewing before you actually do it. It could really save your life!
I have just arrived at the New York Police Department. It is a fairly large building with large, long windows that "pop out" on the sides. The mainframe is brick, with a layer or two of dark navy blue paint, slowly-but-surely stripping off as the building ages. But, it is a very professional and orderly building. Outside, cars are neatly lined up in rows with no empty spaces in between. As I walk inside, struggling to open the twenty foot tall glass doors, the first thing that I see is a front desk, a silvery gray with papers parallel to each other in neat little stacks.
I wonder what would happen if I messed it up? Funny thought actually. Hah! Maybe I should try it. Nah, I'll do it some other time. I need files from here. I can't just go and mess it up! They would probably tell me to get lost.
When I walk up to the front desk, an elderly lady is sitting, looking very poised. It kind of irritates me. I have to clear my already clear throat for her to look up. Her name's Peggy, Peggy Crumpet. What a wonderful name, perfect for her persnickety personality.
"Yeah. What do you want." she screeched, with a voice scratchy with overuse.
"My name is Parker Williams. I am a defense attorney." I said.
"Ok... now what do you want." she screeched again, and she let out a big huge sigh after not even looking at me wide eyed, yet still expecting an answer.
"I need some files." I said. Think you could help me with that?! Huh! Or is that too hard for you?!
"Who? What? When? Where? Why?"
I was really starting to get annoyed now. But I probably should tell her who the files were for. "Simone Guerelli, Jason Ross, Sarah Harold and Terry Jamison. I need their files as soon as possible. Mailed to my apartment, which is apartment 6B in the Harrison apartment building on 4th street for a case I am investigating!"
"Wait. I thought you said you were a defense attorney."
I was just about to lose my mind! This old lady (fart) better get these files, and fast before I get mad! She isn't even listening to me! What a hypocrite! Aren't old secretaries supposed to help and listen to people?! I sighed.
I turned around and headed back to my car, smiling. I totally destroyed her piles with my big heavy sigh. Ha ha! So funny! I wish I had seen the look on her face before I left.
I opened my car door and turned on the ignition. It was time i headed back to my apartment. It was 10 o'clock when I got back and I hadn't had dinner yet. I decided to order a pizza. I love pizza. Especially the supreme kind. So i dialed Pizza Hut on my cell phone and had them deliver it. I really was starving though, enough to cancel the delivery and just go and pick it up myself. But, i didn't. Instead, i cleaned up, got ready for bed and laid on the couch to watch TV.
About a half an hour had passed and as soon as the pizza got here, i wasn't really that hungry, so i decided to throw it in the fridge until morning. It was going to be a long day tomorrow and i needed my sleep, so off to bed i went.
