“That
was more of a formality, Ms. McCall. It is no secret that Bass & Cordovan’s
revenues have declined drastically from ten years ago.”
“Yes,
well, prisons are full to bursting, so criminals no longer have a need for
attorneys.”
“I
am well aware of our current legal system.”
“You
seem to be aware of everything else,” Nancy’s voice began to rise.
Ms.
Tross cocked her head almost too slightly to notice. “There are just too many
of us these days.”
“You’ve
got that right.” Nancy leaned back.
The
red bulb above the door began to flash. “I am going to leave you for the next
few minutes to consider this visual.” Ms. Tross stood from her seat and pushed
the curtains open.
Nancy
let out a gasp at the sight of the street below. Not five inches of the street
was left unpopulated by people. Several groups were engaged in full out brawls.
A few broken down cars were scattered and appeared to have been remodeled into
homes with linens in the windows and makeshift toilets by the wheels. Everyone
was bloody and dirty. Guns went off. Whenever one person fell down dead, three
more appeared to take his or her place in the battle.
“Hence,
the reason we had you take our underground entrance.” Ms. Tross peered at the
scene as if viewing a portrait at the Guggenheim.
“Close
it! They’ll see us!” Nancy yelled, pushing her wheeled seat away from the
window with her heels.
“This
is bulletproof, one-way glass,” Ms. Tross said. “You are safe here.” She exited
the office with the second binder and locked the door behind her.
Ms.
Tross found a young man in suspender with tossed dirty blond hair now seated in
the reception area. He sat reclined with his arms wide around the chairs next
to him and chatted with the receptionist.
“Martin
Greggor?” Ms. Tross asked.
“Yep,”
the man replied without straightening.
“Back
here, if you please.” She led him to the identical but reversed second office
and locked the door behind them.
*Part 3 coming next week.*
Find Part 1 at: http://emmaraeparker.blogspot.com/2014/11/the-switch.html
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