Day 4! WAY BEHIND!

"No, I won't," I said firmly. I meant it. No way was I going to.

But why did Prewitt Fox's dark eyes have to look so sad? And his huge sigh, resigned and yet, desperate.

"I mean it," I said.

"I know you do, Bess." He sighed again.

Prewitt Fox was a retired royal attorney, very clever and very well regarded. After all, he'd successfully defended Snow White when her Evil Stepmother sued her for slander, libel and defamation of character. He was also my old boss. I had been his legal assistant for many years. He was coming out of retirement and wanted me to work for him again. Normally I would have leapt at the chance. But not under these circumstances. Not considering who had hired him.

"I can't believe you'd work for King Stefan!" I exclaimed. "Their lawsuits are completely insane."

Fox sighed again. I was amazed at how much he really did look like a fox, despite not having one drop of that DNA - that he admitted too, anyway. His hair was bright reddish-orange, his ears were indeed slightly pointy and hairy, which only increased with age, and he often looked sly. But now he was still only looking - was it - pleading? That was new. I'd never seen him look pleading before.

"Besides, I don't know if my family would want me to take this job. It'd be long hours, right?"

"Maybe sometimes, but you know I'm flexible," he said, his ears pricking up just a little.

"But they're horrible people!" I protested.

"Everyone deserves a voice, and the court will decide the case, not their character."

"Is there any possibility of it being thrown out?" I asked.

"Let's look in the magic mirror and find out." Fox grinned.

"I haven't heard that one in a long time." I'd actually fallen for it the first time he said that. Well, we were working on the Snow White case and the magic mirror was, of course, a factor. But it had been broken by the time we had our hands on it. I remember looking in it and only seeing myself reflected in the broken surface. I kinda liked how it broke up my face, so that I had several sets of blue eyes and lots of blond hair that needed combing. I was a lot thinner, broken up like that, but the coffee stain on my shirt was multiplied as well. When I'd told him it wasn't working, he laughed. It's working just fine for an ordinary, cracked mirror, he'd said.

"Okay, fine," I said. "When do I start?"

"Right now." He pointed to a stack of papers on his desk. "File these"

(Crap, I just realized I haven't put in where they were. Talking heads time. But don't you like how I used the mirror in a whole new way to describe the character? Normally it's so cliched when a character looks in a mirror and sees themself for the reader. But this is a broken, magic mirror, so it's completely different! Right?