The lawyer was an i***t.
And I knew that after our introductions, when his god awful class ring caught on his briefcase handle and he flopped around cursing about it. In the end, we gave up on the handshake and he took off his ring.
It never improved from there.
Bumbling, he took single sheets of paper from his briefcase one by one stacking them between us. Forms, I realized, forms with steps outlining common procedures, outlining attorney client privilege and everything else he needed to speak with me.
Using a pinstriped handkerchief to swipe at his temple, he smiled, "I'm Max Caine Esquire but I already told you that. You know that." He tapped his fingers on the table with an anxious thrum. "Let's start off by signing these." He passed a stack of three pages in front of me, bookmarke
