“I know what’s going on,” the young man said. “They don’t want to fire me. They’re trying to make me quit. I need a lawyer. Will you be mine?”
Whitney’s heart softened. She felt like she was back in grade school, getting valentines from girls she didn’t like. Not that she disliked this darling young trans man on the phone. She just wasn’t the right lawyer for him.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I work in corporate law.”
“Well, the movie theatre is a corporation,” he spoke up. “They’re a giant company. Couldn’t you phone them or something? And tell them cutting my hours right after I come out as trans... it isn’t right?”
“It isn’t right,” Whitney agreed. “But the law I practice...” She glanced around her office. Nothing but paperwork. Boring, corporate paperwork. “I’m not the l
