Renn Castor started at the Exchange the same week I did, which he brings up constantly, usually right before asking me for a favor.
"We're basically war buddies," he says, dropping a stack of case files on my desk that definitely aren't mine. "Started the same week, both got assigned garbage first cases, both somehow still alive. That's basically a blood bond in this place."
"I didn't agree to a blood bond."
"Nobody agrees to it. It just happens. Anyway, can you look at this contract for ten minutes? I've read it four times and I think the words are starting to rearrange themselves out of spite."
I take the file because saying no to Renn takes more energy than just helping him, and because underneath the jokes, he's sharper than he lets people see. It's a small logistics company loan,
