A black Cadillac Escalade slowly pulled away from The Pierre. The mid-morning sun glinted off the heavy traffic surging through the streets of the Upper East Side.
Marcus, the senior associate from the law firm, loosened his tie and said with a hint of dry sarcasm, "Mr. Thorne’s request is truly bizarre. I don’t get what he’s after. He’s essentially paying a premium just to vent his frustrations on a low-level rental agent."
He had earned his JD from Harvard, but the high-level expertise he had cultivated was ultimately being used to settle a petty grudge in Queens, which he found a bit hard to swallow.
Sarah remained silent, flipping through the documents and the newly signed retainer. The scan of the ID showed: Liam Thorne, 27 years old.
Attorney Zhang, sitting in the front row, frow
