Another Day at the Offices of Wolfram and Hart
I walked towards my office, after having lunch with a client and discussing an ongoing case. That weekly meeting was with Angel today, but I couldn't go to it, especially since I had another client waiting for me when I got back to my office. All my calls were on hold as we talked strategy for a case I already had strategized. My client just had to be a Kazarak demon, the most paranoid race there is. I spent more than half the meeting calming him down.
After he finally left, I checked my messages. They were just more client stuff, nothing of dire importance except to the person calling. I had my secretary take of most of messages, leaving a few for me to do myself. Frankly, I was kind of bored today. Usually I'm all up in the law thing, but today, I was feeling more street Gunn, wishing I could have some action. Being in and out court everyday was great, sure, but it wasn't the same as being in the heat of the moment with your life on the line.
Snap out of it, Gunn. What is going on with you? You love this law stuff, eat it up for breakfast, lunch and dinner. You wouldn't give this up for the world, would you?
Maybe if the takeover hadn't happened, maybe if I wasn't so sure about the new trio running the country now, I'd be okay, more like my lawyer self.
They did a lot of good things for the people, I had to admit to that. But something bothered me about the situation for those less intelligent, of which I used to be until I joined Wolfram and Hart. Some of my old friends actually tried to contact me, I don't know for what, but I was never able to track them down or even figure out where the call had come from. It was odd, but I had just shrugged it off at the time. Could have been a practical joke for all I know.I mean there are no ghettos, no bad neighborhoods thanks to Warren and company. Things were good for those less forturnate and less intelligent. But still, it stayed in the back of my mind and I don't know why. Yes, things were much better, but at what cost? I guess after all this time I was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. When you grow up where I did, nothing good ever came for free or for no bad reason behind it.
But I knew some of my other friends here at Wolfram and Hart weren't for the trio at all...at least I suspected so. Maybe I shoud have gone to that meeting, maybe I would have found out for sure. Or not. Maybe it would have been another boring meeting about mundane business things that makes me yawn. I like the law end of things better, being in the courtroom and securing an acquittal or getting charges dropped, even doing that stuff outside of the courtroom.
I looked at my watch. If I went now, I'd be twenty minutes late. Maybe they would still be there. I didn't know why, but suddenly I wanted to go to that meeting.
I walked over to Angel's office, but Harmony said he'd stepped out with Fred and Wesley. I had missed them. I went back to my office, trying to fight down my curiosity and urges to really look into the trio commander in chief's of the United States.
If only I could be certain, one way or another, then I could settle my emotions and internal conflict once and for all.
After he finally left, I checked my messages. They were just more client stuff, nothing of dire importance except to the person calling. I had my secretary take of most of messages, leaving a few for me to do myself. Frankly, I was kind of bored today. Usually I'm all up in the law thing, but today, I was feeling more street Gunn, wishing I could have some action. Being in and out court everyday was great, sure, but it wasn't the same as being in the heat of the moment with your life on the line.
Snap out of it, Gunn. What is going on with you? You love this law stuff, eat it up for breakfast, lunch and dinner. You wouldn't give this up for the world, would you?
Maybe if the takeover hadn't happened, maybe if I wasn't so sure about the new trio running the country now, I'd be okay, more like my lawyer self.
They did a lot of good things for the people, I had to admit to that. But something bothered me about the situation for those less intelligent, of which I used to be until I joined Wolfram and Hart. Some of my old friends actually tried to contact me, I don't know for what, but I was never able to track them down or even figure out where the call had come from. It was odd, but I had just shrugged it off at the time. Could have been a practical joke for all I know.I mean there are no ghettos, no bad neighborhoods thanks to Warren and company. Things were good for those less forturnate and less intelligent. But still, it stayed in the back of my mind and I don't know why. Yes, things were much better, but at what cost? I guess after all this time I was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. When you grow up where I did, nothing good ever came for free or for no bad reason behind it.
But I knew some of my other friends here at Wolfram and Hart weren't for the trio at all...at least I suspected so. Maybe I shoud have gone to that meeting, maybe I would have found out for sure. Or not. Maybe it would have been another boring meeting about mundane business things that makes me yawn. I like the law end of things better, being in the courtroom and securing an acquittal or getting charges dropped, even doing that stuff outside of the courtroom.
I looked at my watch. If I went now, I'd be twenty minutes late. Maybe they would still be there. I didn't know why, but suddenly I wanted to go to that meeting.
I walked over to Angel's office, but Harmony said he'd stepped out with Fred and Wesley. I had missed them. I went back to my office, trying to fight down my curiosity and urges to really look into the trio commander in chief's of the United States.
If only I could be certain, one way or another, then I could settle my emotions and internal conflict once and for all.