I look out the window and see huge buildings, millions of colored lights and a dark night sky above it all. It's almost eight and I rub my eyes in an attempt to chase away the tiredness from the long day. I struggle to get up and slowly approach the huge window. I look down and see hundreds of toy cars speeding in all directions, I think I see people, but it's too hard to tell. I sip my cappuccino as I think about today's case. I admire my speech and carefully thought out questions for the star witness. I remember when I started my business: a dingy little office on a side street, where I worked for a snobbish little man who always annoyingly patted him on the head to make sure his toupee was still there. I was so inexperienced and scared. I notice that I have finished my cappuccino and have been “sipping” in the air for the last fifteen minutes; I laugh at myself and throw the empty cup in the trash. Then I fall back into my thoughts, and I realize that I'm proud of myself. I'm proud of my tall shelves full of law books that I've all read, of my big desk with stacks of files with cases waiting to be "released", of the confidence I have in the courtroom, of the way I worked so hard to be able to say that I love my job, I really want to come here every morning and I don't want the day to ever end so I can stay a little longer. Many people can only dream of what I have. I'm interrupted by a ring, it's my phone. I pick up the phone and try to get into the details of the case I was looking at before deciding to take a much needed break, it's a work call. For the next half hour I fall into the world of justice, right and wrong, the world of my client and our case. I hang up with a smile because I like it when I can tell a person “I'll take care of it, don't worry”. This puts people at ease and I'm in control of the situation, so I can do my best.