I guess a majority of us New Yorker want to visit The Hamptons someday, stay there or if they could dream of, buy a property there. This is the place where you can be if have loads of money, and not many things to spend it on. At least that’s what the general thinking of people is. But I was about to find out that there is more to the Hamptons than just that.
In my arrogant self I had told the European client that I was working on another case along with him, albeit I did explain to him why it was important I did so. I don’t know if he was impressed or was mocking me or trying to get me to pay more attention to his work, but he strongly suggested that since I was working that hard, I should be working from his estate in the Hamptons. I conveyed this to my boss who told me that I was an idiot to even think about it. So the decision was made.
Unfortunately, that week was also the Paris fashion week and Yvonne was away in Paris for her ‘passion of fashion’ thing. So I would be all alone in the Hamptons in a BIG house. I packed my bags went to the office with them since I had to do some last minute things. The client’s car picked me up at the office and we headed for the estate. When we reached the estate, the house or villa or mansion, whatever they called it was staffed completely for a house that was used only during the vacations. I found that odd and the environmentalist in me thought that it consumed a lot of resources. But who was I to say.
I settled down in the room they were hosting in and stepped out to have a look, a butler accompanied me and asked whether I would like to be shown around. I told him that we’d put off the tour for some other time as I needed to get to work. He duly showed me to the work area which was a big library. He informed me that I would find every book I would need in there. With that tension aside, I set up my laptop and began screening the cases. After I was tired, I put in the ‘Food Inc.’ in the player and watched as the horror of our food industry unfolded in front of my eyes.
The next morning, I decided that in lieu of my morning jog, I would take a stroll of the area. I found a beautiful restaurant by the shore and decided to have coffee there. When I was having coffee, I couldn’t help but overhear a conversation between two elder gentlemen about some legal stuff. What had caught my attention was that one of them was unknowingly giving the wrong advice to the other. I asked them to be excused and then informed Mr. A with all due respect that he was giving the wrong advice to Mr. B. After that conversation ensued and we had quite good one at that. The gentlemen told me to meet them at the same place the next day as they would love to talk more to me. I agreed, after all, who else I had in that place.
The duo, with passing time introduced me to other people of the area who were showing eagerness to become my clients. All was well and my studies of the two cases were right on track. The week just flew off and the next one as well. It was soon time to bid adieu to the place I was beginning to like. I found the people there to be quiet pleasant (and some too much talkative) and encounter very few snobbish types which changed my whole idea of the Hamptons.
