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As promised, Autumn brought Chrissy around to the law office of Martin and Evans. The small lobby area accommodated three doors and a clearly marked suite, the name of the firm engraved on a brass sign. The odor of artificial lemon commercial floor cleaner permeated the space.
She opened the door. Lisa and Fran sat near the entrance behind wood desks piled with file folders and papers. The bright landscape art hung on tan walls took emphasis away from the industrial gray and tan carpet.
“Chrissy!” they exclaimed in unison, jumping from their chairs to greet the sweet pup. Chrissy’s tail wagged at the attention.
“What’s all the commotion?” Vaughn Evans said as he emerged from his office. “Hey, Chrissy!”
At just under six feet tall with salt and pepper hair and a bright white smile
