“GOOD EVENING, MR STOPPER, I’m Byron Polar, I’m with Cooper, Polar, and Lewison, I’ll be your solicitor.”
Neil regarded the man seated at the table in the small room he had been shown to with distaste. He had never been fond of solicitors, he didn’t know anyone who was, but on that occasion his distaste was exacerbated by the fact that the solicitor he had been given was only a little older than him, much better dressed, and probably earned more in a couple of hours of work than he did in a week, no matter how hard he worked.
The sound of the door being closed and locked behind him brought Neil to his senses. He quickly rearranged his features to hide the distaste he felt, unaware that it had already been seen and ignored by Byron Polar, who had enough experience, limited though it might
