· 6 min read
Sins of the Law - part 1
The law firm towers over you, its glass exterior gleaming under the morning sun.
*This is it.
Sink or swim.* You take a deep breath, steeling yourself as you step through the revolving doors into the bustling lobby.
The air is charged with energy, suits whisking past in every direction like well-dressed blurs of motion.
A sleek reception desk stands at the center of the room, where a woman sits with an air of cool professionalism, tapping away at her computer.
You approach her, your heels clicking against the polished marble floor.
“Good morning,” you say, trying to hide the nervous waver in your voice.
“I’m here for my internship orientation.”
She gives you a quick once-over before nodding and picking up the phone.
“Yes, Mr.
Gojo? Your new intern is here - YN.”
You blink, briefly taken aback by how quickly she had learned your name - but of course, this was a top-tier law firm, where information moved faster than you could blink.
The receptionist smiles at you reassuringly and gestures to the plush leather seats off to the side.
“Please have a seat; someone will be with you shortly.”
As you sink into one of the cushioned chairs, you can’t help but feel your heart pounding in your chest - a mixture of anticipation and fear racing through your veins.
You’ve worked hard to reach this point, but now that you’re here, it all feels so surreal.
The whirlwind of activity around you is dizzying, as smartly dressed lawyers and their assistants rush by with stacks of files and urgent looks on their faces.
Their conversations swirl through the air like a symphony of legal jargon, leaving you feeling small and insignificant in comparison.
Just when you start to feel overwhelmed, a young woman approaches you, her warm smile instantly putting you at ease.
“Hi there! I’m Allison - I work with Mr.
Gojo too,” she says, holding out her hand.
You shake it gratefully, trying not to show your relief.
“It’s nice to meet you, Allison.
I was just starting to feel a bit lost in all this.”
She laughs, gesturing to the bustling lobby around you.
“Oh, don’t worry - we all felt that way when we first started here.
It takes some getting used to, but before long, it will feel like second nature.”
A soft chime sounds, and Allison checks her watch.
“Ah, it looks like Mr.
Gojo is ready for you now.
Come on; I’ll take you up to his office.” She leads the way towards an elevator bank, pressing a button as she talks.
“So, how are you feeling about this internship? Excited?”
You nod, trying to muster enthusiasm.
“I am - nervous and excited all at once.
It’s such an incredible opportunity.”
“It definitely is,” Allison agrees as the elevator doors slide open.
“Mr.
Gojo is a brilliant attorney; working with him will be an amazing experience.
You’ll learn so much, just by being around him and observing his methods.”
The elevator glides to a stop on the top floor, and you step out into a serene hallway - a stark contrast to the chaos downstairs.
Allison leads you to an imposing wooden door with Gojo’s name etched in gold letters on the front.
She raps her knuckles against the wood lightly.
“Mr.
Gojo? Your new intern is here.”
A deep voice responds from within, clear and commanding.
“Send them in, Allison.”
Allison opens the door for you, gesturing for you to enter.
You take a deep breath and step into the office - and your first meeting with Gojo.
The glow of the city lights filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across Gojo’s office.
He’s at his desk, engrossed in paperwork, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
You sit beside him, reviewing case files and taking notes, the silence broken only by the soft scratch of your pen on paper.
Focus, YN.
This isn’t a movie.
In the beginning, your interactions with Gojo are strictly professional - briefcases exchanged, legal jargon bandied about, and an unspoken understanding that your relationship is to remain strictly within the confines of work.
But as time goes by, you begin to notice the subtle changes in his demeanor: a hint of warmth in his blue eyes when he smiles, a slight softening at the corners of his mouth when he laughs.
Over coffee and case files, you and Gojo share a moment of laughter.
It’s brief, but it’s there - a crack in his professional facade.
Your heart flutters as you catch a glimpse of the man beneath the impeccable suit, the one who has hidden layers that only you seem to see.
The more you work with him, the deeper your fascination grows.
You find yourself searching for the reasons behind his enigmatic nature - the way he carries himself with such confidence, yet seems to harbor a vulnerability just beneath the surface.
It’s addictive, and you can’t help but be drawn in by it.
Gojo’s hand brushes against yours as he hands you a case file.
His touch is fleeting, but it sends an electric jolt through you.
He pulls away quickly, his gaze unreadable.
The air between you feels charged - thick with the tension of desire that both of you are trying desperately to ignore.
As the days pass, you find yourself constantly thinking about him, wondering if he’s experiencing the same thrumming attraction that courses through your veins every time he’s near.
You try to convince yourself that it’s nothing more than a byproduct of working so closely together in such a high-stress environment - but deep down, you know it’s something more.
You leave the office late, the city asleep, the street lights casting long shadows.
Gojo’s words ring in your ears, “Good work today, YN.” It’s not just the compliment that stirs something within you - it’s the way he says your name, his voice rich with appreciation and a hint of something more.
The chemistry between you is undeniable now - a spark ready to ignite at any moment.
As you walk home through the sleeping city, you can’t help but think about Gojo.
Your mind is filled with images of him, his words playing on repeat in your head.
You feel the thrum of excitement building within you as thoughts of what might happen between you consume your every waking moment.
“See you tomorrow, Gojo.” You call over your shoulder, a small smile playing on your lips as you leave the office.
The anticipation of seeing him again is almost too much to bear, but it’s an exhilarating feeling - one that has you counting down the minutes until you can see him once more.
As your fingers close around the doorknob of your apartment, you take a deep breath and try to steady yourself.
The night stretches before you, filled with dreams of what might be between you and Gojo - a tantalizing possibility that threatens to consume you whole.