Chapter 4
Atlanta, GACharles
Atlanta, GACharles
“WELL, PHILIPPE,” I said, stressing the French pronunciation (showing off?) as I settled back down, this time on the sofa, which placed me closer to and gave me a slightly different view of my prospective client, “we have so much to talk about that I hardly know where to begin. But first, let me apologize for Andrew and myself.”
“Please, I’m much more comfortable with the English version of my name,” he said, in that voice, which by now had begun to send chills down my spine. “Philip will do very nicely.” He quickly added, “Apologize? For what?”
“For discussing you and your case as though you weren’t sitting in the same room with us. It’s a bad habit in which we lawyers frequently indulge, and it is, and was, rude. I assure you that no o
