She hated me since my first week on the job. I went to an ex parte hearing and accused her of not having some document in the file when it was paperclipped behind something else. I felt terrible and apologized to her up-and-down, but she never forgave me and went on a mission to get me fired.

She hid files on me. That is how it started. I didn't even know these files existed because I didn't do the initial consultations. She'd hide a few files and wait for the clients to call and complain that no work was done. Then she'd schedule the client a meeting with the partner who would demand to see the file prior to the meeting. She'd say she gave the file to me. I'd say I don't remember her ever giving me that file.

This chick was chola. Ghetto Mexican chick, few kids out of wedlock, gang banger boyfriends. And she wasn't an actual paralegal. She was a glorified secretary. We just called them paralegals. Anyways, she was rude as fuck. Shitty attitude, refused to do things I asked her to do nicely, constantly snapping at me, then laughing to the other girls. Completely out of control and the partners were never there so there was no one to keep them in control. I was new and certainly couldn't.

The partner who hired me sat down with me one day to talk about my "memory problem". He told me he was going to have to let me go if my memory problem didn't improve. I was in disbelief. I told him I don't have a memory problem, the paralegal is out to get me, I'll prove it, and in a year we'll be laughing about this. He said he hopes so.

One day I had to go to L.A. in the morning for court. In L.A. I called her to ask her about a file. She said something shitty to me, and whatever it was she said made me realize she hid *that* file on me, too. I said to myself, "Holy fuck, I have to find that file." I knew if I didn't I was fired.

I bolt back to San Diego and she's at lunch. I desperately search for that file which I knew was on my desk the day before. I finally found it in an unmarked manilla folder in the back of one of the file cabinets. That evil bitch. I whispered "AHA!" triumphantly to myself as I pulled it out of the file cabinet. Then I put *my* plan into motion.

Now I remember what she said to me in L.A. on the phone. She said, "If you want to discuss the case with [the partner] I can set up a meeting." So when she got back from lunch I emailed her and said, "Go ahead and schedule that meeting."

I could hear through the walls that she was scrambling around looking for the file she hid on me. She was panicking. I could hear cabinet doors openening and closing in a frenzy, she was yelling shit in Spanish to the other girls.

After a few minutes she comes into my office white as a ghost and asks me if I've seen the file. I say, "Yeah, as a matter of fact, I have. Its right here . . ."

Then I pull the file out of my briefcase next to me and extend it to her slowly. As she reached for it I pulled it back.

"I got you," I said as I let her grab it from my hand. She ran back into the main office.

I could hear a bunch of commotion. After a few minutes I stroll into the main office and everyone stops talking. All eyes on me. I say to the paralegal, "So when is this meeting?"

She gulped and didn't say anything. I gave her a smug head-nod and walked back to my office. Bam!

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