But how dare they expect me, a partner at Perkins Coie, to do this?

To sit here under fluorescent lights, hunched over the shredder, feeding note after note into its grinding maw.

These aren’t just pages — they’re fragments of my career, my reputation, my very soul. With every sheet, I feel myself being torn apart alongside it.

It’s not lost on me what these notes contain. The ADM files, the late-night memos, the fragments tied to Charles “Chad” Kirk.

They’re asking me to destroy today's evidence — to erase the very ghost that has haunted me since law school.

As the paper spirals down, I see his smile in the ribbons. He mocks me still.

There’s a poetry to it, in a sick way. Perkins Coie, defender of ADM, reducing me to a glorified janitor of secrets. And Charles "Kirk" Chad — always Chad — laughing in Heaven as if this were all choreographed for his amusement.

How dare they? This is fine.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5772221&forum_id=2Elisa#49253619)