C'est La Vie (III)

A cup of coffee. And a few phone calls. A lot many calls actually. She wasn't going to keep quiet about what happened in court. She was betrayed, hurt and sustained a terribly bruised ego. It wasn't her fault that he turned out to be some powerful man's employee. She lit a cigarette, after contemplating bits of her life, she conquered nothing but few stares from sleazy men. She hated her job. More than that she hated herself for accepting that. 

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When she walked inside the courtroom, his eyes noticed nothing but the ill coordinated skirt that she wore with the suit of hers. She looked absolutely bizarre. Her stomach looked unflattering while her face was too stout like of a man. Absolutely repulsive. Then her team of young advocates were late and incredibly inadequate. It was no surprise they lost. She shot a cold look and lacked basic decency. Terrible human being but his mood lightened when his lover texted. He hated his job too. It didn't defend his way of living.