apartment, since I can’t afford a gym,” Davey answered truthfully.
“We have a gym at the condo. I use it at five in the morning on Monday, Wednesdays and Fridays. You’ll join me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“By the way, we haven’t discussed your pay. What did Danvers pay you?”
“Fifty thousand dollars a year, Sir. I know it’s a lot of money, I’d be willing to work for you for less.” Davey was nervous again. He chewed his upper lip.
“That’s ridiculous—”
“I know it’s too much, Sir.”
“Fuck that, it’s much too little. You were the only reason Danvers won any cases and the other lawyers in that firm are ethically challenged. You should be making at least eighty, and after six months, a hundred…I can tell you are about to protest. Remember what I said about protesting at home? Here, I’m God and God says that’s what you’ll be paid.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Davey stammered. He knew it was too much, but he didn’t dare say another word.
“Don’t worry, I’ll work you ass off for the money.” Jake made the rounds, introducing him to all the lawyers and telling them that Davey worked exclusively for him.
Afterward, Denise took him down five floors to the Human Resources Department and he filled out his paperwork.
CHAPTER THREE
Davey was finished in HR by nine-thirty. He liked the head of HR, Valerie Sparks. When he expressed concern over his salary she told him that some of the paralegals made more than that and he was infamous in the New York legal community for giving a second rate lawyer like Danvers the opportunity to win so many cases. Jake had told him the truth. He wasn’t getting special treatment, others who were here longer were paid more and if he proved himself, in six months he would be worth more too, that is if Jake decided to keep him.
I’m still not sure what he wants with me. I know nothing about BDSM other than it means a beating, even what I read last night implied that there was always some kind of corporal punishment. I don’t think that Jake is right. I can’t be a submissive. I hate pain. Davey shrugged his shoulders. I guess I’ll find out on Friday night. Now I have to go do the job I’m being paid to do.
He was up in Jake’s office by nine forty-five. Jake was on the speaker phone. He motioned to a woman who appeared to be his admin and put his phone on mute. “Take care of him, Edith. I’ll be on this call for a while.”
“Welcome, I’m Edith Kennedy, you must be Davey Howell. I’m Jake’s admin. You’re to have the office next to Jake’s. You’ll find five files on your desk. Familiarize yourself with them. We’ll be needing briefs on those files next week. If you need anything, give me a holler.”
Davey walked into his own office for the first time. It wasn’t a cubicle or out in a bullpen, it was his own office. He stuck his head out the door. “Edith, do all the paralegals have their own offices?”
“Only the good ones and if you made Danvers a winner, you’re the best we’ve got. Stop doubting yourself and get started.”
Davey took off his suit jacket and hung it in the small closet and sat down behind his desk. He had a state of the art laptop, a Samsung ATIV Book 9 Plus. There was a connection to the network on his desk. He plugged into the network and booted up the laptop. He found all the programs he normally used for work were there along with a few with which he was unfamiliar. He’d ask Edith about them later.
He decided to look at the five files first and sort them into three piles: easy, not too difficult and difficult to impossible. He took the easy ones first figuring he could bang one of those out by lunch. He got to work.
Jake came to his office for lunch at one. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir,” Davey answered. By one ten they were in a cab on the way to Madison and Sixty-Seventh Street, Barney’s. Jake was true to his word. The tailor measured him while Jake picked out several fabrics. The
“We have a gym at the condo. I use it at five in the morning on Monday, Wednesdays and Fridays. You’ll join me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“By the way, we haven’t discussed your pay. What did Danvers pay you?”
“Fifty thousand dollars a year, Sir. I know it’s a lot of money, I’d be willing to work for you for less.” Davey was nervous again. He chewed his upper lip.
“That’s ridiculous—”
“I know it’s too much, Sir.”
“Fuck that, it’s much too little. You were the only reason Danvers won any cases and the other lawyers in that firm are ethically challenged. You should be making at least eighty, and after six months, a hundred…I can tell you are about to protest. Remember what I said about protesting at home? Here, I’m God and God says that’s what you’ll be paid.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Davey stammered. He knew it was too much, but he didn’t dare say another word.
“Don’t worry, I’ll work you ass off for the money.” Jake made the rounds, introducing him to all the lawyers and telling them that Davey worked exclusively for him.
Afterward, Denise took him down five floors to the Human Resources Department and he filled out his paperwork.
CHAPTER THREE
Davey was finished in HR by nine-thirty. He liked the head of HR, Valerie Sparks. When he expressed concern over his salary she told him that some of the paralegals made more than that and he was infamous in the New York legal community for giving a second rate lawyer like Danvers the opportunity to win so many cases. Jake had told him the truth. He wasn’t getting special treatment, others who were here longer were paid more and if he proved himself, in six months he would be worth more too, that is if Jake decided to keep him.
I’m still not sure what he wants with me. I know nothing about BDSM other than it means a beating, even what I read last night implied that there was always some kind of corporal punishment. I don’t think that Jake is right. I can’t be a submissive. I hate pain. Davey shrugged his shoulders. I guess I’ll find out on Friday night. Now I have to go do the job I’m being paid to do.
He was up in Jake’s office by nine forty-five. Jake was on the speaker phone. He motioned to a woman who appeared to be his admin and put his phone on mute. “Take care of him, Edith. I’ll be on this call for a while.”
“Welcome, I’m Edith Kennedy, you must be Davey Howell. I’m Jake’s admin. You’re to have the office next to Jake’s. You’ll find five files on your desk. Familiarize yourself with them. We’ll be needing briefs on those files next week. If you need anything, give me a holler.”
Davey walked into his own office for the first time. It wasn’t a cubicle or out in a bullpen, it was his own office. He stuck his head out the door. “Edith, do all the paralegals have their own offices?”
“Only the good ones and if you made Danvers a winner, you’re the best we’ve got. Stop doubting yourself and get started.”
Davey took off his suit jacket and hung it in the small closet and sat down behind his desk. He had a state of the art laptop, a Samsung ATIV Book 9 Plus. There was a connection to the network on his desk. He plugged into the network and booted up the laptop. He found all the programs he normally used for work were there along with a few with which he was unfamiliar. He’d ask Edith about them later.
He decided to look at the five files first and sort them into three piles: easy, not too difficult and difficult to impossible. He took the easy ones first figuring he could bang one of those out by lunch. He got to work.
Jake came to his office for lunch at one. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir,” Davey answered. By one ten they were in a cab on the way to Madison and Sixty-Seventh Street, Barney’s. Jake was true to his word. The tailor measured him while Jake picked out several fabrics. The
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