VII

• Author: Lindsay Cameron
• Profession: Corporate attorney
• Pages: 63-74

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T    outside of my building. I signed the

voucher and made my way inside. It was midnight, the earliest I’d

returned home since I’d been put on the Highlander deal.

e past week had passed in a round-the-clock haze of work

and verbal abuse. Saul didn’t like a day to pass without releasing his

aggression, sort of like how some people can’t get through the day

without their morning coee. Sometimes it was a seemingly rhetori-

cal email like “ARE YOU STUPID?” “WHY THE FUCK WOULD

YOU THINK THAT?” “DID YOU EVEN GRADUATE FROM

LAW SCHOOL?” (He wrote his emails in all caps, which had the

eect of making you feel like he was yelling at you, even when he

was nowhere near you.) Other times it was contradictory, rhetorical

emails like “IS THERE A REASON YOU HAVEN’T SENT ME THE

SUMMARY?” followed by “WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SEND-

ING ME THIS?” when I sent him the summary. ose were fun.

en there were the phone calls. “is is not what I fucking asked

for!” he’d screech so loudly I’d have to hold the receiver away from

my ear until the line went dead. He clearly didn’t have the time to

ll me in on what was wrong with the work I’d given him or explain

what he had asked for. I was always at a loss as to how to handle

those calls. Should I have called him back and politely said, “We

must have got cut o, Saul. You were saying?” Or maybe spoken to

him in his own language with something like, “Well, what did you

fucking ask for?”

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