Narrator/Script Reader

I recognize it.

That need for approval.

I'm sorry.

What does that mean?

Alexis picks up a framed photo from Dana's desk, looks at it, sets it back down.

This office won't help with that.

Harvey has a way of making you feel like you're not quite measuring up.

And before you know it, you've become someone you didn't want to be.

I remember when this was my office.

I was a lot like you then.

Dana straightens the photo to her liking.

Not to be rude, but I don't think you know me well enough to make that comparison.

I was the only one in my family who went to college, let alone law school.

My friends from the neighborhood accused me of thinking I was better than them.

When I changed my name from Alejandra, they said I'd always be from the barrio, no matter what.

Turns to face Dana.

I was the only Mexican girl in my graduating class.

Me, a scrappy, foul-mouthed kid from the streets of East L.A., graduating summa cum laude from Stanford Law.

I had a lot of doubts of where I fit in, but I always knew what I wanted to do.

Alexa steps closer to her.