Chapter 5That first morning, Mr. Albright, who ruled Garden Court Chambers like a god and meted out justice with a metaphoric sword—which might include a clip around the ear if he did not like the look a tired and harassed junior clerk gave him—had pointed at the trolleys lined up in the office courtyard and said, “You’ll be on the trolleys all morning and in the afternoon, you being the lowest clerk in chambers, you’ll do whatever you are told, from making the tea to running errands. When you gain some experience, in a year or so, I’ll let you look up case law and even accompany a barrister to court, but for now you’ll do donkey work. Understood?”
Ivo had grabbed the first trolley to hand and had it quickly pointed out to him that that particular trolley belonged to another clerk. In fac
