Family Lawyer puts family first

Date: 9/2/2019

I own this mansion where a party is being held. The richest and most famous people are crowding the main hall. One man seems to notice me and asks his friends who I am. They’re not entirely sure how I became rich but that I own the mansion and am very closed off. He goes up to me and offers me a drink but I decline to take one. I give a polite smile and hurry outside in my winter jacket. Outside is a long driveway covered with a layer of fluffy snow. A family minivan pulls up and I greet the two in the van. I take a shovel from the back and try clearing the driveway but it doesn’t work out. I put the shovel back and they pull out two sleds. They look like they’re teenagers and they sled besides the mansion on this hill. The man walks out as his car pulls in, but I watch the kids instead with this warm feeling. I finally notice the man and make a comment about how lucky I was to have these two kids. He’s taken aback but pieces together these are my kids. He offers a friendly smile and we chat. He’s being flirty but I dance my way around from responding to him. He talks about the kids and I finally start actually talking to him. He says he has two of his own and that his family owns a diner of sorts. They refused to take his money despite being well off and he visits them often. He looks at me and offers to take me. I decided to go on a whim and we go in his limo. I’m much more open and friendly than before and I’m genuinely excited to go. We arrive at this much bigger place than a diner but inside I could see them serving food. We go in, smiling and laughing, and an older lady goes over to us. I meet her and she introduces herself as his mother. She asks if I’d like to help out back with the diner. This place is a bit crowded with friendly faces who are all talking and laughing like a family, so I agree to help out. The guy leaves, he says he’ll be back after the first shift. And says If I’d like to I should come back tomorrow and that my kids are welcome to come as well. I’m a sucker for family so I agree, happily. I go to the counter where they have each section where you pick up whatever food you want. Well the guys are laughing and making jokes. I don’t remember what they said but it was very hurtful and sexist towards this other girl who just looks deflated like she’s put up with this for the hundredth time. I say how disgusting it was for them to talk to their family like that and they stare at me. Many of them avoid eye contact and agree, only one of the men, who had this grey long hair and a beard, eyed me like there was something wrong with me. I then start talking about how their popsicles are practically highway robbery for being priced $5.99 when they make them themselves for literally frozen, flavored water. It cost them $0.10 at most. I march outside and I leave. The next day the guy comes and he picks me up to drop me off again. I go in and I see everything has been marked up even more. I realize they did this just to anger me and I argue with the man with the grey beard. He just says “Popsicles are $6.99.” And turns back to changing the sign for popsicles. I argue about how this is going to loose them business just because they wanted to prove a point and how that takes money away from their family. And how family should be put first, not some petty hatred because I didn’t appreciate them disrespecting family. A couple of the men look guilty and hang their heads while the rest uneasily continue talking. I storm out once again, saying I’m not coming back until changes are made. The guy comes back to pick me up and drop me off home. I tell him what happened and he uneasily justifies what they did. I look at this guy disgusted with his actions but for some reason I go to the next day to the diner. I take my own, expensive car and I arrive with a briefcase. I go in a side door where these two ladies are arguing. My client is this lower middle class woman woman who wants to sue the other woman. She bad mouths the other woman who had expensive clothing on and looks at her as if she was just an object in her path. I tell my client to be respectful and that our case speaks for itself. But she doesn’t stop and starts to talk about how she will never get to see her kids again thanks to her and what kind of woman would do that to a family. She says she never drank, smoked, did drugs or even laid a hand on her kids. So why was she an unfit mother, she asks. She’s met with an icy, cold glare and silence. I tell her she’s not, they had an anonymous tip and had to take it seriously. Even if nothing came of it, they say their source is reliable enough to continue an investigation. I point my client towards the door and offer her a ride back home if she wants. And that we needed to talk about why you shouldn’t have gone after the person you are suing no matter how stressful it is.