Volume 3: My days in a college fraternity Chapter 116 Delia Keyes
Warm sunlight shines through the window into the presidential suite on the fifth floor of the Four Seasons Hotel in Washington, DC.
Delia Case, who was 39 years old and already had a head full of silver hair, had her eyelids trembled slightly as the light shone on her, and she was finally awakened from her dream by the teasing of the sunlight.
She lazily sat up from the bed, first lowered her head and closed her eyes to think about what happened last night, then raised her head and glanced at the muscular young man who was sleeping soundly beside her.
That was a new trainee lawyer recommended by my good friend.
This young boy with good looks and a nice figure, who has just graduated from law school, is shared among these women who are busy every day and can only rely on being called to solve their physiological problems, just like a free gigolo.
This guy last night was pretty good except for his lack of skills.
She reached out and pinched the other's chest muscles twice, savoring the feel, then walked naked to the bar, poured a quarter glass of whiskey and drank it.
The trainee
"You have ten minutes to wash up, get dressed, and get out of here." Delia seemed to guess what the other party was going to do. She put down the wine glass and said in a cold voice.
The man was stunned for a moment, but he did not dare to take another step forward to hug her. He could only spread his hands where he was: "Why? Ms. Case? We had a great time last night."
"You said it was last night. I may have been happy the first two times, but I was very unhappy the third time. You have to learn from the gigolo how to last longer." Delia turned around, leaned on the bar, looked at the trainee lawyer, and said expressionlessly:
"As a lawyer, if you have too little energy, you will just be eliminated."
"Then you said you would recommend someone for me to join..." the trainee lawyer asked with a depressed look on his face.
"I will consider it after you get your diploma from the gigolo training class and after I verify your progress once again. You can leave now." Delia picked up the cigarette and lit it, interrupting the other party and speaking in a very heartless tone.
The trainee lawyer rolled his eyes and turned to walk towards the messy clothes on the floor. Delia lit a cigarette:
"You can also learn some yoga, which will make your butt more perky, baby. Then you will be more pleasing to your mother."
At this time, the doorbell rang hurriedly outside the door. The trainee lawyer who was pulling up his pants looked at Delia nervously, but Delia stood behind the bar with an indifferent expression, and continued to pour whiskey for herself, urging in an impatient tone:
"Go open the door. If you want me to teach you this kind of work, you might as well take gigolo as your main job, because your brain is useless and you can only make a living by relying on the dick below."
The trainee lawyer walked over quickly and opened the door of the guest room. He was a little embarrassed when he saw the person outside the door, but he was also relieved. It was Delia's assistant Kane. He lowered his head slightly, not looking into the other person's eyes, and greeted him in a low voice: "Mr. Kane Fan."
However, Kane ignored the rookie's greeting and pushed him aside and walked in. When he saw Delia still standing at the bar drinking calmly, he sighed speechlessly:
" Delia ..."
"You'd better have something important to do, otherwise you should be able to tell that I'm discussing the shortcomings of the American judicial system with my studious law students." Delia drank the whiskey in her mouth:
"Can't you just leave a message on my pager or call the hotel lobby? Why do you have to come see me at six in the morning?"
Kane took off his expensive watch and threw it to Delia: "It's already 8:40, Delia, your pager is off."
Delia glanced at the time on her watch, immediately threw away her wine glass and cigarette, cursed "Shit", and walked quickly towards the bathroom:
"I shouldn't have agreed to the hotel's suggestion to upgrade me to the presidential suite for free last night. Can you imagine? The Grand Suite I usually stay in is 200 square meters, while the more expensive Presidential Suite is only 170 square meters. The worst thing is that the sunlight shines into the room later than the Grand Suite. The Grand Suite will have sunlight shining into the bedroom on time at 6 o'clock."
"Don't be nervous. I'm used to it." Kane saw that the trainee lawyer's hands were trembling slightly when buttoning his clothes, and he spoke to comfort her:
"Older female lawyers will become anxious and a little neurotic due to excessive pressure. Go have breakfast and calm down. Before your 30th birthday, or before you become successful in this industry, there will be many more free part-time nights like this. Learn to enjoy them."
At this time, Delia had come out with a toothbrush in her mouth. She put on her bra with one hand while brushing her teeth. Then she walked in front of Kane, turned her back to Kane, and motioned for him to help her button it up.
At this time, she had finished brushing her teeth, threw the toothbrush on the ground, picked up the water to rinse her mouth, glanced at the trainee lawyer who was quietly opening the door and leaving, and said to Kane: "That guy is far worse than you. I really miss your youth, Kane."
"If you still want me to be your assistant for a few more years, don't think about me anymore." Kane said with a smile.
At the same time, he helped Delia pass the clothes one by one. As Delia put on her clothes, she asked, "What are the plans for this morning?"
"The partners' meeting is at nine o'clock, and then there's the business you asked the branch office to book for you. It's Actor, the company whose founder is a Stanford student. You said you were interested in this business before, and the other party was very excited, so he flew from California to talk to you in person. They scheduled it to start at nine o'clock, but the regular meeting will end at nine-fifteen, so it won't be a problem for you to contact them again. I decided to make a decision for you to talk to them for about forty minutes, take a half-hour break, and then meet with Mr. Kraus, chairman of the Washington Judicial Forum. At noon, as Compaq's external legal advisor, you will have lunch with their leadership team who flew to Washington. They have some Washington lobbying business, and I hope you can give them some ideas..." Kane began to talk about Delia's work arrangements for the day.
"OK, that's enough, it will be enough until noon." Delia quickly put on her women's uniform and combed her simple and capable short silver-white hair that exposed her ears.
The woman in the mirror had once again become the expressionless, domineering independent woman, the first female partner of Davis Polk in 140 years.
She nodded with satisfaction, turned around and said to her assistant:
"Come on, put on your clothes, it feels good to be a believer in God again."
Kane followed her and said as he walked, "Your ex-husband called the office last night. I answered the phone and asked if you had time and whether you were willing to go on a remarriage trip with him. He could book a European sightseeing cruise..."
"He thought I didn't remarry him because I was obsessed with work? No, I am indeed obsessed with work, but his ability in that area also accounts for a considerable proportion of the factors for divorce." Delia stepped into the elevator in high heels. The elevator door slowly closed. She spoke lightly, with no joking in her tone. There was only the calmness and indifference of a lawyer talking about work:
"Describe Actor to me and remind me why it appeals to me."
