So, all lawyers -are- from hell, then? [RP: Ezekiel Ellison]

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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

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[its_ellison_now]

Once he was through with the damn motions hearing, Ezekiel returned to his office with orders to hold all his calls until further notice. He needed ten minutes to splash some water on his face and wash away the stink of court before meeting with Fellowes...seemed nice enough in his email, but one couldn't tell much from a written missive.

Ten minutes later, he felt refreshed and ready for battle as his secretary ushered in the other man...who earned a rare smile from Ezekiel with his comments on his height.

"Truthfully, my friend, I'm seven feet tall...but you're right, my people are usually closer to nine feet." he assured him with a chuckle as he shook his hand. "Please, have a seat, Mr. Fellowes...may I call you Rob? And can I get you anything to drink?"

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Robin smiled at the offer. "Tea, if you have it. I know; Englishman asking for tea, terribly cliché, what can I say. And yes, Rob's fine. I'll answer to most anything polite, and a few things not."

He settled into a seat as he spoke, crossing his legs at the ankles as he glanced around the office with approval. Nice. Classy. Interesting wards sparkling mid-air and along the walls with their shiny promises of protection.

"Court date went well, I hope?"

OOC: I assumed Zeke would have wards; if not lemme know and I'll edit!

[its_ellison_now]

Ezekiel smiled at his request and remarks about his preferences, nodding. "Excellent...it's a fitting cliche, I think. I mean it as a compliment when I say that you strike me as thoroughly English. I've got some fond memories of that country."

Pausing, he hit the intercom on his desk to speak to his secretary. "Tasherit, could you have a cup of good tea sent in here, along with whatever's in the coffee room pot? The stronger the sludge, the better."

There was a merry laugh on the other end. "Sure thing, Zeke...must have been a rough day in court."

"Tedious as all get out...thanks, little one." he chuckled, shutting off the intercom and turning back to Robin. "Anyway...court did go well, thank you for asking. Dull, as you heard me say, but I've been through worse. And how are you today, my friend?"

ooc: Absitively posilutely. :P *random Robin pettage because he ROCKS ME* LOL

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"Yes, well, strong ties to one's native soil..." Robin demurred.

He laced his fingers together in his lap and smiled as Ezekiel turned back to him. "Splendid, at the moment. Healthy, wealthy, and wise. In charge of a thriving business concern. --which is of course why I'm here.

"Serptichore Records," he said crisply, "is nearing twenty years old, turns an estimated profit of £3 mil per year, and employs ninety-seven people counting myself. Thirteen of them are members of the upstanding legal profession. At over ten percent, this seems disproportionate. I wouldn't mind the disproportion if they would actually do their jobs on their own without bothering me about things day and night, but they do. I've myself to blame for that, really: the open-door policy was a lot more sensible back when my legal department consisted of my good mate Eddie, who also counted as half the accounting department, et cetera et cetera.

"So I'm considering two options, Mr. Ellison: outsourcing all the legal nonsense to someone else, or finding someone who