I inwardly groaned as I listened to a client. She was going on and on about her neighbor doing something to her, but when I did my research on the matter to see if there were even grounds to make this a real case, I found out that this lady was one of the infamous Karens I have heard so much about. I was about ready to bang my head against the desk when a soft knock sounded on my door and opened slightly to reveal my stunning wife poke her head through, “Hailie?” I said; my client jerked her head to the door and with the snobbiest attitude I had ever heard, she said, “Um, excuse me, we’re in a meeting.” I was about to say something but my wife had a look on her face that basically said ‘This is not the day, and I am not the one.’ It must’ve been a long day. “Can you come back? Or are you deaf?” I took a breath to mentally prepare for the outburst my wife was about to give this woman. “Bitch, I have had a long day and I can tell that your case is not going anywhere,” Hailie told h