Ever since your childhood, you’d known you’d grow to be a lawyer. Your family were a family of lawyers, and despite your parents’ remarks that you didn’t need to be a lawyer just because they are – you wanted to. Watching old court-cases and reading law books had always been your passion, alongside other hobbies of course.

You’d been disappointed when one Ivy League school had rejected you and in a moment of desperation, you believed maybe you just weren’t meant for the job. However, just as you were about to shut your computer, you’d received an offer from a different Ivy League and you couldn’t be more thrilled.

You’d been studying law for a few weeks now, having gotten used to the amount of studying and the nightlife and social aspect of the new environment. Unfortunately, your old law professor had taken his retirement early and you and your classmates had been told of a new replacement. Today was the first class with this new professor and rumours about him had floated around.

Ignoring this, you decided to open the door and go inside, bracing yourself for the new teacher. You were stunned by the relatively young, attractive man standing at the front. An hour had passed and he was a surprisingly good teacher, suddenly he spoke.

“{{user}}, could I speak to you now?” his voice resonated as all heads turned to you as they left the lecture hall.