Eight
Have a Free Pen
My dodgy new phone is ringing. Except I don’t recognize the ringtone in time, and it goes to voicemail. I slither out from under my designer igloo and fumble blindly until my hand clamps onto the device. I wipe the sleep out of my eyes using the nearest available garment.
The screen reads “Missed call.”
I dial my voicemail.
“Hello, Ms. Clarke, this is Bernard Allen from Allen, Shore, and Lewis. You phoned yesterday regarding retention of legal counsel. Certainly we can help you with whatever you might need. It sounds like you have two potential issues requiring my assistance, one civil and one criminal, so once you deposit the standard retainer of $10,000 for each case, we can get things started. Call my paralegal, Amanda, and she can arrange the transfer of fund
