[March 25, 2019; Spark Brushel and Kristoph Gavin]
Title: Interjections
Characters Involved: Spark Brushel and Kristoph Gavin
Approximate Time of Day: 10:25 AM
Location: Gavin Law Offices
Summary: Spark Brushel is once again on the trail, this time looking for inside information about Klavier Gavin. The 'source' he finds is not amused.
Completed?: [y/n]
The first full workday after State v. Hally had been a hectic one, as they so often were after large trials. Of course, the larger the turnabout, the crazier work tended to be afterwards for at least a short while - and the end of the trial had been unexpected in more ways than one, in that Madeleine Strauss had both been successfully indicted and managed to make quite the spectacle of herself in the process. As a result, Kristoph had spent more time on the phone that morning than he had in the last month, though some of the discussions proved to be less worthwhile than others; after fielding what he was certain was the same call for about the fifth time, he made a mental note to begin interviewing for a secretary as soon as possible.
All general insanity with the phone aside, however, the day was looking to be decent at least; the Hally case was certainly proving to be beneficial, and between the generally positive attention and the thick sense of satisfaction it had garnered, Kristoph couldn't complain. The door to his personal office remained open, both to make the office feel less stifling and ensure that he could keep an eye on the lobby; he had consultations scheduled for later in the afternoon, but the morning would be given to research. He hadn't forgotten the matter of the loss before State v. Hally - if anything, the blatant corruption behind that case had spurred him on into finishing the reviewing he had been in the middle of when he accepted it. He was confident that an appeal would at least be considered once it was filed; now it was just a matter of reviewing facts before doing so.
The matter of the phone was eventually dealt with; the ringing was eventually silenced through immediately forwarding all calls to his voice mail, though he knew he probably wouldn't leave it that way for very long. For now, however, it allowed him to settle into his usual pattern; the silence was a godsend, broken only by the steady metronome of the clock, subtle and easily ignored, and the occasional flutterings of pages and scratching of his pen.
Characters Involved: Spark Brushel and Kristoph Gavin
Approximate Time of Day: 10:25 AM
Location: Gavin Law Offices
Summary: Spark Brushel is once again on the trail, this time looking for inside information about Klavier Gavin. The 'source' he finds is not amused.
Completed?: [y/n]
The first full workday after State v. Hally had been a hectic one, as they so often were after large trials. Of course, the larger the turnabout, the crazier work tended to be afterwards for at least a short while - and the end of the trial had been unexpected in more ways than one, in that Madeleine Strauss had both been successfully indicted and managed to make quite the spectacle of herself in the process. As a result, Kristoph had spent more time on the phone that morning than he had in the last month, though some of the discussions proved to be less worthwhile than others; after fielding what he was certain was the same call for about the fifth time, he made a mental note to begin interviewing for a secretary as soon as possible.
All general insanity with the phone aside, however, the day was looking to be decent at least; the Hally case was certainly proving to be beneficial, and between the generally positive attention and the thick sense of satisfaction it had garnered, Kristoph couldn't complain. The door to his personal office remained open, both to make the office feel less stifling and ensure that he could keep an eye on the lobby; he had consultations scheduled for later in the afternoon, but the morning would be given to research. He hadn't forgotten the matter of the loss before State v. Hally - if anything, the blatant corruption behind that case had spurred him on into finishing the reviewing he had been in the middle of when he accepted it. He was confident that an appeal would at least be considered once it was filed; now it was just a matter of reviewing facts before doing so.
The matter of the phone was eventually dealt with; the ringing was eventually silenced through immediately forwarding all calls to his voice mail, though he knew he probably wouldn't leave it that way for very long. For now, however, it allowed him to settle into his usual pattern; the silence was a godsend, broken only by the steady metronome of the clock, subtle and easily ignored, and the occasional flutterings of pages and scratching of his pen.