Visitations (2)

I got into law school when I was eighteen.
And during my enrollment, I passed the bar, graduating at the age of twenty two. Simultaneously, I became a legal apprentice, attaining my long-awaited attorney’s badge after approximately a year.

The reason, or rather motive I aimed for lawyer in this world. It was… because this job paid absurdly well.

Having lost my parents at a young age, I had spent my life up to fifteen in an orphanage.

Once I graduated school, I marched right out of the institution and rented out an apartment. But even if I say that, it’s not as if I hated the orphanage or anything. The director was a relatively good person, and I’ve no trauma of receiving any melodramatic ill-treatment of violence you might find in your dramas.

It’s likely that compared to the standard orphans of the world, I lived a good life.
I had spent a poor, but considerably fun childhood.
Of course, there were times I felt the discomfort of being in an orphanage, but it’s not like I had ever especially hated or attained an inferiority complex over that.

But even so, from when I was young, I had always admired the affluent sort of person.

Exchanging a promise that I’d definitely not be a bother, I had the institution’s director sign on as guarantor, and began my life alone at fifteen.

My goal at the time was to earn money.

At first, I started with physical labor anyone could do. I always had confidence in my stamina. So anyways, I’d work during the day, and once I returned, I’d study law, past precedent, and examination countermeasures.

Taking three years, I finally stored up the money I needed, and by paying the law school’s matriculation fee, I had succeeded in taking the first step on my road to riches.

The school itself lessened my time for part-time work, and at any rate, I was devoted to my studies. I greedily took in whatever knowledge I’d need to become a lawyer.

But precedent wasn’t just about learning, I’d actually go to the courthouses, and attend the trials.
In this world where there were still countries that would easily put the death sentence on criminals without proper deliberation, I’m sure a country like Grimbeld that gave the right to attorney to any defendant no matter how atrocious was a rare existence.

But because of that, the demand for lawyers was high, and it was why regardless of birth, you could become a lawyer by individual effort. I’m glad to have been born in this country.

After finishing the apprentice course and becoming a lawyer, I worked my first year in a law office that specialized in criminal court.

To the end, I was just temporarily working there to build up results, but to be frank, the salary was low.

And that was because the law office’s head I was working under was skilled, but somewhat off in the concept of administration.

Thinking back, perhaps she was the bearer of a personality I’d have to call kind. The legal fee she charged clients was always the bare minimum. Going even further, if there was a troubled client out there who clearly didn’t have the money, she’d try to save them. That’s the sort of person she was.

To speak honestly, my mental health during that year wasn’t too great.

I advised again and again for that boss to take on better-paying clientele. Every time I did, she would make a troubled expression.

“But it’s a job no one else can do.”

Or so she’d offer some incomprehensible reply.

I thought she was foolish. There were other lawyers out there. In the first place, defendants in criminal court could automatically hire state-sanctioned lawyers.

The country would cover the cost. Though they were paid chicken feed.

But no, perhaps that’s precisely why it was. Those sorts of jobs that wouldn’t bring any money should just be thrown to those unskilled connection-less destitute lawyers.

When she had the ability to do something much bigger, that boss that wouldn’t even try to do it… there’s a possibility some part of me was looking down on her.

So once I obtained all the knowledge I needed to perform as a lawyer, I went independent at once.

I had the money to open my practice.
I was too busy granting my dreams that I didn’t have the time to play around regardless. In the first place, study itself had become something of a hobby, so everything beside reference texts and the apartment’s rent were sent around to my savings.
I steadily saved my low salary. It was a poor office, but I did get paid every month, and if I did overtime, I’d be properly paid extra, so the speed I stored money was fast.

… Of course, whatever extra overtime I worked was taken out of the boss’s own savings.

Anyways, that sort of thing happened, and I finally opened the Lockhart Law Offices, and here I am.

Around a year after I went independent. The Lockhart Law Offices were…

Facing financial crisis.

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1 Response to Visitations (2)

  1. ryllonceras says:

    I like this money grubbing MC!


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