Smart Enough to Pass the Bar. Allegedly.
Baby attorney. One year post-bar. Middle office. Printer right outside his door, right behind my desk. You can guess where this goes. It goes exactly where you think it goes.
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Off the record. On the record. Depends who's asking.
"Harvey Specter closed a merger in one scene. The due diligence room had two boxes. That's how you know it was fiction."
From someone who enrolled in paralegal school because of Suits, walked in on day three, and quickly realized the show had left some things out.Baby attorney. One year post-bar. Middle office. Printer right outside his door, right behind my desk. You can guess where this goes. It goes exactly where you think it goes.
Pull the fileHe had a hanger in his office. The wooden kind. You know, the one with the brass hook. The tie was elegantly draped across it like a silk robe commissioned for a Roman emperor by artisans who have never once in their lives touched a paper jam.
Pull the fileThree months into my legal career, I was already working for the managing partner. Not because I had any business being there. Because the only person in that office who knew what was happening had just left.
Pull the fileFor the record: I left property management for a career in law because of a TV show. Not a documentary. Not a podcast. A show. With fictional windows. And a fictional understanding of what the word paralegal means.
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