Behind his father's desk, listening to the details of their new client, James grew bored at the specifics of what was needed of him. Although he would have normally clung to each and every word, James continued to replay the words of the woman he rejected. But with each attempt to try and refocus, his eyes would gloss over in preoccupation. The feeling of her hand rising to his tottering heart, the extension of her gaze piercing through his own, and the deep want to possess her as his own had fallen as only a regret to his repetitive evocation.
"James?!" His father spoke loudly to his absent minded son who quickly nodded in understanding. "I understand you may find this case rather dull, but we must take each client as if they fascinate us...as if it is not for money; but for reputation.
