It was another sunny day in the city of angels. The sky was blue and the smog settled over the city like a dirty old blanket. I had just pulled into the parking lot of my office building. The sign on the building read “M.M.Salazar, Attorney at Law.
Now, you’re probably wondering why the sign didn’t say Melissa M. Salazar, Attorney at Law. This is easy enough... to explain – business comes a lot swifter when your potential clients think you’re a man. Perhaps this is somewhat misleading but it’s okay. I had one of the busiest practices in Los Angeles.
My firm handled everything from divorce to domestic violence and everything in between. My clientele ranged from your average everyday people to high profile A-listers. There was never a dull moment or a lull in my work load, hence the reason I was looking for a way out.
I loved what I did. Helping people was my primary reason for becoming an attorney but when your professional life starts to override your personal life it becomes a problem.
About two years ago, my job pulled me away from helping my best friend, Aria, when she needed me most. Aria found herself stuck in the midst of a supernatural showdown and she had to face it alone. Everything turned out great for her in the end, though. She has a fantastic husband, Dominic, who adores her, and two beautiful twin boys. I know Aria doesn’t hold any ill will against me for abandoning her at her time of need but it doesn’t mean that I don’t have my own nagging guilt to deal with. Sometimes you are your own worst enemy.