Thread: Overneath the Path of Misinterpretation (Alvis Alendran&Malicious Lullaby)

The files were done, adn stored. Now he had some time to get thigns done. He looked at his watch. Looked like he was putting in overtime again. With a smile, he pulled up records for lawyers due for pro bono work. He saw that there were about nine. Most tried to get ti out of te way so that someone like harrison couldn't show up and slap them with a case that they didn't want. A few of the juniors were available, but Harrison passed on them. This client would likely have been able to afford a lawyer of that calbre. Pro bono work was for something that mattered, and it should matter. He skimmed down the list, hunting for targets. In an ideal world, Mallory would be here, doing this for him. It was exactly what he paid her for. He sighed. He was giving her mroe hours, starting monday. He hoped she liked the thought of nine to ten hours days. Constantly. Because he was giving them to her. He made a note, adn sent it to scheduling and payroll, along with the information about her raise. That done, he set back to work. Jameson was available, but he set him aside. Jameson was better in divorce hearings, and misdemeanors. He didn't have the spine for truly aggressive work, which was why he was doomed to mid-level work. but he was good there, adn every firm needed mid-levels. He skimmed farther. Paulson. Now there was a thought A cut throat bastard with an eye for the prize. He might be a decent choice. Harrison ooked at his current case load and sighed. He was available now, but he had a murder trial coming up in a few more weeks, and if this case dragged, he'd have to switch out. Coupled with the fact that murder was a slightly higher priority than the teacher. With a sigh, Harrison kept going. Kowalski and Brown were both high levels, but they would see this as a favour, adn harrison didn't want to squander good will by brow beating them into line. He shook his head, adn shut down the list. Looks like he was going to have to handle this himself. His apartment was empty, as it was supposed to be. his staff did excelletn work, on the condition he only see them if he specifically asked to do so. It was nothing personal, he just valued his privacy. he skipped dinner. He just wan't hungry. After all, he had a snot nose case from a butt hurt little punk that needed to be straightened out. Harrison had no doubt that in his younger days this was exactly the kind of little snot that he beat the piss out of for getting in the way of people. He'd had a rough start to things. He went to bed. Big day in the morning. Not really, but it was a always a big day for a client. The morning passed, harrison lounging in bed until ten, before rising, and showering quickly in the small en suite from his bedroom. He selected a good suit, a light grey, but made by only the finest. Feeling a bout of whimsy, he reached into the closet, adn lifted out a matching fedora hat, adn set it on his head. A lot of sun out there. It might do to have such a thing on hand. He could get something that resembled a lunch when he reached the cafe. They knew him there. And they'd be happy enough to serve him. He lifted his keys, and tucked them away, along with his phone. he pressed the call button to let the staff know he was going out, adn they should get their tasks done. He took the elevator down. It was looking to be an interesting day thus far anyhow. And that was always appealing.