Olivia arrived early, too. She was wearing a light blue suit, and she stood at my office door until I said, “You can come in.” “Oh, thanks.” She sat down across from me. “How’s your mom?” I asked. “Good. I told her I was hired here. I think she was happy. Didn’t really say much about it.” “Did she not want you to become a lawyer?” I thought of my own father; the only thing he ever said about lawyers was that he wished he could get a hunting license for them. “My grandfather was a chemist, and I think she thought I would go into the sciences. The thought of just being in a lab all day made me crazy, though. I want to be out, making big arguments to judges to change the law.” I chuckled. “The law is like a big rusty ship. You can’t change its course without nearly destroying the ship in the process.” I noticed her looking at a spreadsheet attached to a file on my desk.
