Some people call friends for help. I call Helen Chen for my just-in-case situations.
Just in case the shit's about to hit the fan.
You could say she's kind of a friend. But she bills me by the hour and charges for everything. Her rates are no laughing matter.
Helen is a first-generation immigrant from Hong Kong, who earned her JD at Suffolk Law School. Only one firm expressed interest as her graduation approached – a stodgy, old nesting ground for Ivy League WASPs. She walked into the interview with mixed emotions: excitement that a firm was considering her; and confusion why.
At first the partner handled her resume as though it were a dirty diaper. But his expression softened as he gave her the once over. Pouty red lips. Thick black hair, cut short and boyish. Crisp white blouse, unbuttoned low and girlish.
"I could use a paralegal," he said, his gaze leveling…