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As he rode the elevator down from the eighteenth floor, where his apartment looked out on a park on one side and a busy downtown street on another, Cole adjusted his tie and glanced down the front of his suit to his shoes. Dark blue Armani slacks and jacket, a pale blue dress shirt, gold cufflinks, an Italian silk tie, and black dress shoes that cost as much as it would to feed a family of four for a month was not his first choice of attire. Working for, and recently promoted to partner at, one of the largest, most sought after law firms in the Midwest didn’t allow him to wear jeans, boots, and his favorite Stetson. And since he was due in court in an hour, he was sure the judge wouldn’t appreciate a real American cowboy stepping into his courtroom.
The elevator doors slid open, and Co
