It was Wednesday when I walked into the building spanning four floors. My Mistress had been thrilled I had found a lawyer to use without strings to the children. I hadn't told her the situation that had allowed me to find her, and she hadn't asked. I wasn't sure how I felt keeping such a thing from her, but I figured she would tell me that I was human, and I was just doing human things.
One of our gang members needed council, and I was here to arrange it. I went to the fourth floor where I had been told her office was, looking for my red head.
It was a fairly well-maintained five story office building. The decor was pleasant, but not a stretch of any designer. Functional, not excessive. The law firm was on the outskirts of Old Downtown, the area that was wealthy a few decades ago, but was past its prime. In another twenty, the building might have relocated to our area of town.
I came upon a desk first, a plain looking brunette answering phones. She looked up as I approached. The 'I have to deal with the public' smile came over her face.
"Can I help you?" I was greeted with a secretary voice.
"I'm here to talk to Madeline." I told her. I watched her look me over, trying to figure out where I was from, or even who I was. I walked in the building in jeans and a dress shirt, complete with sneakers. Not quite the high end client they were trying to portray them from serving.
"Of course. Her ten o'clock. Her office is in the left corner." she told me, pointing to the hallway. I thanked the secretary and moved down the hallway.
Madeline's door was open and I heard her talking on the phone. I rapped on the door twice and took a step inside. She was leaned back in the chair, her feet on her desk sans shoes. I heard the chair squeak as she turned to see who had entered her office.
