As promised, here’s an excerpt from the very beginning…
Chapter 1: “We’re young and we’re naïve”
Graffiti inspires me.
Not the tasteless “tagging”, but the profound messages scrawled on benches, walls and the backs of train seats: the quotes that just happen to relate to your life at any given time. To me, they were a kind of horoscope, providing guidance and stability when I needed it most. Perhaps I tried to make the messages fit. Maybe I tried to connect dots that weren’t really there. Coincidences were nice, but I believed that everything happens for a reason. Making causal connections was a good skill to have; I was going to be a lawyer after all.
When I started uni, I was bright eyed and bushy tailed. I had wanted to do law for so long, but I was never quite sure what kind of law. “Not criminal defense or family law…” I’d declare to whoever happened to take interest in my studies. “Perhaps international business law, you know, mergers and acquisitions of big corporations.” Fast forward a couple of years, and I try to avoid corporations as much as humanly possible. There’s a reason why students call it “Corpse Law”. It’s like pulling teeth.
There’s a joke that people sell their souls when they choose to study law – sometimes I think it’s true. In the lead up to exams, I’d spend weeks holed up in my apartment surrounded by textbooks, with no influence from the outside world. Every day, I’d see suits walking around the city: blank faces attached to mobile phones. But not every lawyer is like that, and I really hope that I’ll be one of the exceptions.
I was in my penultimate year, slaving away at clerkship applications and practically grovelling for work experience. My grades weren’t half bad, and I did some extracurricular activity. I was like every other student – I was just getting through, hoping desperately to land a grad job. There were a few hundred of “us” graduating at the end of the next year. While we were all “friends” then, come next year we’d be gouging each others’ eyes out and clambering over one another to secure sponsors and be admitted to practice. Like everything in life, it’s sink or swim – and we were all hoping for a life jacket.
At the start of this year, I found a penchant for family law. I said never I would, but I guess you can’t judge a book by its cover. It was strangely fulfilling: ticking boxes, balancing competing interests, making compromises and fighting for what the client deserves. There was something more to this side of the law than the rest, but I couldn’t quite place a finger on it. Maybe it was the personal side: the emotion attached to the law, the fact that you were dealing with human flaws. But balanced with the administrative aspects that made you less like a therapist and more like the lawyer you were. I also enjoyed the variety – each and every case was unique. I thought there’d be less chance of drowning in my career if I carved it out of family law.
That morning, I found myself standing in front of Marks and Morgan Lawyers – a private family law firm “specialising in the discreet and dignified settlement of significant asset pools”. Although they covered all aspects of family law, property settlement was where the money was. The time charges for filing through some clients’ disclosure documents would have fed a small nation. Situated on the twelfth floor of an inner city high-rise, with its legendary silver logo and heavy double doors, it was Australia’s crème de la crème of family lawyers; but the office work was far from glamorous.
It was my second day of placement: an unpaid opportunity to kiss the asses of Brisbane’s best closers, and I was particularly eager to grovel to the head honchos. Anna Marks had been an idol of mine since before I liked family law. Elegant and poised, Anna made her mark on the legal scene over thirty years ago as one of Australia’s first female managing partners. One part Anna Wintour fierceness and one part Hilary Clinton diplomacy, Anna was the one person who could make or break a family law grad’s career with the click of a finger. If you played your cards right, she was one of the life jackets.