Thread: Beneath The Surface (Trample x Your Little Project)

Your Little Project said It was business as usual at The Law Offices of Jaffe Ross, a thriving practice nestled just at the edge of the city. Founded half a century ago, their reputation had grown as the office continued to win case after case no matter the odds. It all boils down to the truth. At least thats what the most recent advertising campaign had slapped all over it and with each shift in advertising the office itself also reflected the change. Every new clients journey began the same way two large, glass double doors opening into a spacious sitting room with a small secretarys desk towards the back. From the lobby a small hall branched into two different wings of the office. The West end held conference rooms and smaller consultation offices while the East wing led to the heart of the company The Pit. The Pit was a vast sea of neutral-toned carpeting and open cubicles surrounded by the private offices of the lawyers and higher-ups that required a more private work space. At the very bottom of the totem pole were the handfuls of paralegals. Their desks formed a barrier of sorts between the cubicles and offices and were devoid of any privacy. Accessibility was the goal especially when paralegals werent assigned to specific groups or cases they were scooped into cases as necessary and generally floated between tasks. While most of the paralegals detested the lack of privacy, Leah didnt really have an opinion on the matter. Still in school, she was just thankful for the ability to have a job related to her degree of study. Her work reflected that opinion. Generally one of the first ones into the office and last one out, shed been mentioned several times by leaders as a promising up comer upon graduation and passing the bar. Leah was completing some forms before taking her lunch break. As everyone slowly filtered out of the Pit for lunch, a strange hush fell over the work space. Peeking up from her screen, a brief survey of her lack of coworkers was taken before saving her progress and minimizing everything to her desktop. Just as she moved to stand, she paused for a moment before settling back into her chair and opening a new web browser window and sign into her personal mail account. Glancing about once more, Leah ensured no one was behind her before hastily opening her inbox. What lie within would have shocked everyone. Dozens, no, hundreds of emails filled with perversions of a deviant nature. Some correspondences were nothing but erotic fiction others were filled with selfie-like photos with darker sexual themes. She was apparently corresponding with countless strangers, yet the majority of them held one underlying theme losing control. While responding to one of her emails, a coworker walked up to her desk but couldnt see the screen. Leah had been hiding this for months at work, so she was cool as a cucumber as she casually hit the power button on the monitor before standing to join in the conversation. Sure, Id love to get out of here for an hour! She didnt even think twice before sliding a loose-knit sweater over her button-up and grabbing her purse. No one had ever touched her computer or desk before and shed only be gone for lunch. Feeling safe, she continued with small talk as they made their way out of the office. Click to expand... Would you like to continue this date? I have some questions I would ask you. xoxo, The guy from the other side.