So, all lawyers -are- from hell, then? [RP: Ezekiel Ellison]
Robin entered the office building of Falcone & Associates at precisely eleven o'clock, prepared, if necessary, to do one of the few things he was wretchedly ill-suited for: wait. Business meetings required a bit more posh than lunches with charmingly inquisitive reporters, so accordingly Robin had bothered with a suit, and looked in place even in the sedately tasteful office environment.
He gave his name to the receptionist, who looked him up-- "Ah, yes, Mr. Fellowes, it should only be a few minutes"-- and took a comfortable seat. Then, he concentrated on not fidgeting, helped along by the presence of his iPod playing some of his favored music and a copy of London's The Sun. He'd read most of the "articles" and was revisiting some of the tawdrier pictures, and just about getting to the point of reaching into his suit coat's pocket for a pen to start drawing moustaches on the people in the pictures, when the receptionist said politely, "Mr. Fellowes? Mr. Ellison is ready for you now," and gestured him with a smile to one of the office doors.
"Ah, thank you..." The tabloid and the iPod were put away; Robin headed for the indicated door.
"Mr. Ellison, a pleasure," he said, and waited for the office door to close fully behind him before saying, as he sized the other man up, "Hmm, Natasha said half-demon... somehow I thought you'd be taller."
He gave his name to the receptionist, who looked him up-- "Ah, yes, Mr. Fellowes, it should only be a few minutes"-- and took a comfortable seat. Then, he concentrated on not fidgeting, helped along by the presence of his iPod playing some of his favored music and a copy of London's The Sun. He'd read most of the "articles" and was revisiting some of the tawdrier pictures, and just about getting to the point of reaching into his suit coat's pocket for a pen to start drawing moustaches on the people in the pictures, when the receptionist said politely, "Mr. Fellowes? Mr. Ellison is ready for you now," and gestured him with a smile to one of the office doors.
"Ah, thank you..." The tabloid and the iPod were put away; Robin headed for the indicated door.
"Mr. Ellison, a pleasure," he said, and waited for the office door to close fully behind him before saying, as he sized the other man up, "Hmm, Natasha said half-demon... somehow I thought you'd be taller."