Instead of staying at home, thinking about Damien, I decided to also submit my cover letter physically.
I walked into the third law firm that morning. I held a folder with my resume. The receptionist looked up.
“Can I help you?” the woman asked.
“I am here to submit an application for the assistant position,” I said. “I brought a hard copy too.”
The receptionist took the folder. “We are still accepting them. You will hear back in one or two weeks if they like it.”
“Thank you,” I said. “I finished my law degree at Columbia. Strong grades. I am ready to start right away.”
The woman nodded. “Good luck.”
I left the building and checked my list. Two more firms today. I walked to the next one. The sun felt warm but I kept moving fast.
At the fourth firm, a man in a suit came to the fron
