Devin’s April 2025 Babe of the Month
Jeremi never told anyone she was leaving. She didn’t scribble a note, didn’t make a dramatic exit, didn’t give her parents the satisfaction of a slammed door. She just walked out of that house at eighteen and never looked back.
Everyone assumed she left to follow her boyfriend, who had enlisted in the military. They whispered about her in her small town, shaking their heads at the waste of potential. A straight-A student, gone for love. Just another tragic small-town girl throwing her future away for a man.
She let them believe it.
In reality, her boyfriend’s departure was just the catalyst she needed. She had no intention of following him to boot camp. She had no intention of staying in that town, either. It was suffocating. The kind of place where everyone knew your business before you did. Where success was suspicious, and mediocrity was a way of life.
Jeremi had spent years perfecting the art of deception. She’d argue with teachers just to seem like a problem student. She’d roll her eyes at lectures, turn in tests with doodles in the margins, and challenge every opinion just to keep people uncomfortable. But when no one was looking, she devoured books. Law, politics, history—she was drawn to the kind of knowledge that made people dangerous.
She disappeared into the world without a trace. Got her GED in a different state, aced it like it was nothing. Then she clawed her way into college in Washington, D.C. No one from her hometown ever looked for her, not really. They had already written her off.
D.C. was electric, full of protest, full of fight. She found her people in picket lines and candlelight vigils, in the voices that roared against injustice. But activism wasn’t enough for her—she needed to be in the game. She needed to fight for people where it really mattered.
Law school was brutal, but it was nothing compared to the war inside her own head. She stumbled through the party scene, got lost in the neon haze of clubs and the numbing escape of whatever she could get her hands on. But even at her lowest, she was too smart to fail. She could argue her way out of anything, including her own self-destruction.
By the time she graduated, she knew exactly where she belonged. Not in the pristine halls of corporate law, not in the sterile world of contracts and negotiations. She belonged in the courtroom, defending the people the system had already decided were guilty. She never stopped being the devil’s advocate, never stopped pushing back against the easy answer.
Because Jeremi knew what it was like to be underestimated. She knew what it was like to have people shake their heads and say, what a waste.
And she knew, better than anyone, that they were always wrong.
