Lawyers and Love
Haha, sorry guys, couldn't resist the title...
Two men dressed in suits can be so much more that meets the eye.
They both wear almost identical black, designer suits and carry perfectly matching leather briefcases - black with silver fastenings - though, it would appear, that they are not friends, nor even acquaintances. Strangers on the street, walking side by side, dressed almost identically.
Occasionally, one will pick up pace and cut ahead of the other, without a second thought - pushing through the crowds chattering tourists and natives alike - not giving a second thought for them, or his backstep.
The only thing that links these men are their matching clothes.
One blonde, one brunette.
One green eyed, one blue.
One with a smile and another with a frown.
So much more than meets the eye. They are both partners in rival law-firms, both masters-in-law and desperate to make it bigger than they already are.
Their offices are on the same street, directly oposite - both are large, imposing glass buildings and they both have an office on the fifth floor.
Both of them have a modern, black desk and a leather recliner chair.
Both of them have E-Machine computers with flat screen monitors and silver keyboards with black, faded letters.
Similarly, they both have HP printers which are running out of ink.
They also both wear glasses when they’re alone at night - but they wear contacts during the day.
The pair love Italian food and fruity French wines.
However, they don’t seem to know each other, in fact they seem to dislike each other, be purposefully avoiding each other, almost.
Until the brunette falls back in step with the blonde and together they turn down a back street, deserted for all but them. Their hands link and a faint smile crosses their lips as the same thought enters their mind… their secret lover.
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Oh - it really is meant to say 'their secret lover' -- it's not a typo! It means they're thinking about how much they love each other, is all..
Two men dressed in suits can be so much more that meets the eye.
They both wear almost identical black, designer suits and carry perfectly matching leather briefcases - black with silver fastenings - though, it would appear, that they are not friends, nor even acquaintances. Strangers on the street, walking side by side, dressed almost identically.
Occasionally, one will pick up pace and cut ahead of the other, without a second thought - pushing through the crowds chattering tourists and natives alike - not giving a second thought for them, or his backstep.
The only thing that links these men are their matching clothes.
One blonde, one brunette.
One green eyed, one blue.
One with a smile and another with a frown.
So much more than meets the eye. They are both partners in rival law-firms, both masters-in-law and desperate to make it bigger than they already are.
Their offices are on the same street, directly oposite - both are large, imposing glass buildings and they both have an office on the fifth floor.
Both of them have a modern, black desk and a leather recliner chair.
Both of them have E-Machine computers with flat screen monitors and silver keyboards with black, faded letters.
Similarly, they both have HP printers which are running out of ink.
They also both wear glasses when they’re alone at night - but they wear contacts during the day.
The pair love Italian food and fruity French wines.
However, they don’t seem to know each other, in fact they seem to dislike each other, be purposefully avoiding each other, almost.
Until the brunette falls back in step with the blonde and together they turn down a back street, deserted for all but them. Their hands link and a faint smile crosses their lips as the same thought enters their mind… their secret lover.
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Oh - it really is meant to say 'their secret lover' -- it's not a typo! It means they're thinking about how much they love each other, is all..