Familiendramen in der Großkanzlei

It was the go-go 90s. Associate salaries were going up by astronomical sums every year, everybody was working around the clock. As a paralegal I kept a clean change of cloths, shampoo, toothpaste and a toothbrush, a blanket and a pillow in my file cabinet…just in case. I used those items regularly. Other people did exactly the same thing. I worked with a tenth year associate (she made partner by year 11) who worked on my matters and also was running a huge litigation. She lived in New Jersey and had over an hour commute. She would generally make it in the office by 8am and leave by 9 or 10pm. Everyday. She was married and had two small children. She was a nice woman, but horribly pulled in 17 directions. Apparently (and I obtained most of this information from her secretary) she was in the office (as usual) checking her bank balances and noticed that $100,000 was missing from her joint investment account. She called her husband to find out if he knew anything about it. Her husband, a junior partner at a small firm in NJ, took her call. He knew what had happened. (the following is a reconstructed conversation based on hearsay and conjecture): Wife: Husband, are you aware that there is …