The following is an article of fiction. The author simply has a
well-developed imagination.
He should have won summary judgment. And he had – on all
claims save one. But one was enough.
And now he found himself in that wonderfully awful time period
before trial began. The pressure was mounting but not yet so
crushing that it left him breathless. His partners knew the date
was close, and they picked up his other work, giving him the
necessary freedom to prepare and just think. He needed to
think. Trials were his CFL, his Career First Love. There was
nothing related to his job that carried the same pure, raw emotion
of a trial. Everything got elevated: humor, creativity, exhaustion.
At trial, he was his best at pivoting when necessary, demonstrating
calm when the tides unexpectedly turned, and providing
encouragement to his team when he really wanted to just rail at
them (and himself). Well, that last sentence was more aspirational
than realistic. He remembered and