It was a Thursday afternoon. Michael was on the phone talking with his new client, a former NFL quarterback whod been arrested recently on charges of domestic violence. His version of the truth was that he was in the middle of a messy divorce and the soon-to-be ex-wife was trying to squeeze more money out of him for alimony and child support.
The fact was that Michael didnt care about the actual truth. His job was to provide the best defense for his client that money could buy.
Maggie knocked lightly on his door and popped her head in, but seeing that he was on the phone, she whispered an apology and started to back away. Michael held up a finger and motioned for her to come in. She crossed to the black leather chairs opposite his desk and sat waiting for him to finish.