"You here for the job?" He sounds like a man used to being an authority, and he looks like a sixth grade math teacher in his late fiftes. I hated pre-algebra.
"Great, you're hired." Uh huh, this sounds like it's going to be an interesting Thursday. "This way." He leads me through the door he came in from into what I can only assume is his office, it's furnished by a computer atop a desk and two chairs.
"Is this all you have, four chairs, a computer, a desk, and a table?"
"That's all I need, I've found it easier to live with less, than to live for more." Sounds just a little cryptic and pretentious for my tastes.
"So how do you communicate with clients, Mr. McClain?" I don't see a phone anywhere.
"Email mostly, if my clients need anything, they come to me." He's being more than a little dismissive. "Have you had any cases lately?" This guy is officially a few waves short of a shipwreck.
His brow furrows. "Been in kind of slump lately, but I think business is about to pick up, I can feel it." He looks at me like we're sharing an inside joke. That's slightly discomforting. "Let me ask you something---"
"Thank you. Let me ask you something Toby, would you like to make a substantial sum of money, and do virtually no work whatsoever?"
"As long as it doesn't involve me, you, and a sexual misconduct lawsuit with lewd and lascivious to boot."
"Don't flatter yourself, it's nothing like that."
I wonder what this guy could be talking about, maybe I'll get to have a gun or something. That's either foreboding I feel, or I'm about to throw up.