Literature
The Day Wendy Oldbag Was Fired
It had been days since Phoenix had used the toilet in his office. Whenever he felt the need to go, he went. Downstairs, to the next available restroom, that is. Being in the presence of the office toilet drudged up memories he would have rather left unmentioned. Memories of not one, but three cases he had taken little over two months ago that left permanent mental scars even weirder than the young attorney was used to receiving. Prove one thing, disprove it next trial, prove another, disprove, prove the original point again
But Phoenix would not think about that. He would not, absolutely would not. Even tho