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Author Topic: A Favor Turned Odd  (Read 870 times)

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A Favor Turned Odd
« on: August 29, 2017, 03:07:03 PM »
"Oh Mr. Errol, there's a young man asked to see you, at your convenience Sir", the receptionist for the Newspaper informed him on his way in and past.

Pausing, utterly thrown (few ever came to or asked for him, and if they did it was just the necessity of him being the only Legal Consultant for the paper) Alvin looked puzzled, and stood a bit straighter, as if this young man were here and he had to make an impression. He wasn't of course, hence the note.

"Oh? Have you any idea why?". Not that it really mattered. This could be another chance at having an actual business or such! At any rate, best see what the lad wanted, though he had no idea exactly how young the receptionist meant.

"That's fine, um, see if tomorrow at two would work", still a bit thrown by the unexpectedness of all this, Alvin still tried to be professional and come up with professional answers and time-frames, as if he were used to being consulted by other client than those who just came by his convenient cage.

He then went up to his office and his desk, still with little to do this day, he was just here as an accessory of the newspaper, yet he saw to it that things looked a bit tidy and the plant wasn't dying. Best look like a lawyer tomorrow.

<>

The next day at two, as he came down to greet the young man, he found that young did seem very much so to fit! Was he even over sixteen, Alvin had to wonder as he walked over, trying not to show too much of his thoughts. He gave a small smile as the lad turned to him, "Well, Mr...um...Anders?", he recalled the name (and Mister-ing even a kid was just polite) and nodded the young man's way, a hand coming over to shake.

It fit him somehow, Alvin decided, the last name...got from his father, and he seems the kind of lad any father could be proud of.

A bit hasty a first impression of course, "You, um, seem a bit young to need a lawyer", he smiled again, trying for a slight jest, then cleared his throat and wondered at that, "Come...come on up, ask your questions...um, this way". Alvin was very very unused to having clients!

Once at the office, he motioned the lad to a chair. "Can I have our poor intern get you anything? Coffee...", not likely something in Alvin said, and probably made his filter let out the next... "Juice...ah, I mean...tea", Alvin shuffled papers.

Don't go insulting off your first client, Alvin!

Another throat clear. "So, what brings you by Mr. Anders?", it was too soon for Fritz, though something in Alvin felt that would have come out easier somehow.

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Re: A Favor Turned Odd
« Reply #1 on: August 29, 2017, 03:11:37 PM »
Alright Fritz, this is for Lindsay, and you're not sneaking in the back again, the young bank aid reminded himself. He'd called ahead, arranged, everything for a legitimate meeting. This was not like when he'd snuck into Doyle's place and been found by Auster.

Until you grab the papers and run for the door, if you see them! Then it'll be just like.

No...Fritz would not be doing that, he told himself. He didn't know what then he would be doing, talking this Mr. Errol into letting him see or have the papers? Just for Lindsay's sake and the dead-beat client he'd dropped for probably very good reason?

Coming with something like his purpose and asking to see the man at his convenience and Fritz's own had taken courage enough, and now he sat in a main room and foyer of the News Plant awaiting the legal consultant and not able to focus on the paper in front of him he'd picked up for all these thoughts going through his head.

He tried yet again to focus on something of the words, and destress. It was a sort of an advice column that Miss Cauilfeld, who was so eccentric everyone had at least heard of her, had written and Fritz gave a glance over this raved about advice.

A young girl was asking the best way to get back her guy or some such and Fritz shook his head over the thoroughly feminine advice that condemned the poor guy who'd no doubt been trying, but in that Not Enough way the way women saw it.

Thankfully the women Fritz could tick off as knowing, Miss Rosental and Lindsay, were more...logical than this poor girl and fussy old Miss Caulfield.

Fritz had been waiting on the woman who ran the front to tell him to go on up, he knew how businesses worked, but also quickly understood the personal touch in Mr. Errol coming down to him from his office, as a door opening showed the man.

Fritz quickly stood, and waited on Mr. Errol's clues of how to proceed. A hand was held out which he shook.

"You, um, seem a bit young to need a lawyer"

Mr. Errol said, but jesting, Fritz could tell. Still, given how nervous he was being here, his smile back was unsure. He almost went on to answering then and there, but Mr. Errol motioned him up to his office, and with a nod Fritz followed.

He already liked this Mr. Errol, Fritz felt, or else he was trying to make himself think such to aid his purposes here, yet a new pressure of hoping he didn't mess this up so as to upset the man was added to the rest of Fritz's pressures.

He wanted to make a good impression.

Once at the office, Fritz took the seat Mr. Errol offered. "Can I have our poor intern get you anything? Coffee...Juice...ah, I mean...tea"

He seemed to shuffle over his middle request same as he shuffled his papers. It didn't seem an intended jab, and somehow Fritz couldn't be insulted. Some...somehow if anyone had a right to say such, he had to give it to this man.... More of a feel.

Still, Fritz got to answering, "Um, no Sir, I, um, I work as an assistant, a bit over an intern, at MBG, the bank, and...I'd feel bad for your poor intern. I'm fine", Fritz then gave a more normal smile, showing his own slight jesting.

"So, what brings you by Mr. Anders?"

Two things happened at once, as Fritz was finding his answer, one was the very very strong feeling that he had to tell, straight out, why he was here, no beating around the bush, and yet, a pause and Fritz could work through this feeling. It didn't leave, but rather remained, in the back of the conversation, the...challenge avoided.

All this made sense, Fritz supposed, given his trying to find answers for Lindsay same moment he covered for her, but...it fit more dodging around why you came home muddy to your parents. With that one parent you could dodge around with.

The fess-up got stronger still though, when Fritz looked square into that face, and didn't want this man to label him bad somehow. Similar to trying to defend himself to Thomas Auster, but more severe.

"I...I was just wondering...", Fritz tried to think through his words before and as he said them, "I'm not in any...trouble myself you understand, but...well, odd things come up in Banking", Fritz gave a smile he hoped made this sound plausible, much as it was and not a lie, but not why he was here...

"How far back do you usually have to keep papers? A client is afraid he made a mistake losing some...Eighteen years back", this was still a very odd thing to do all for a client Fritz realized...

"I'd like to dabble at knowing this stuff myself, so we at the bank don't need a lawyer, or for the small stuff", Fritz went on. There, that sounded nice and plausible...


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Re: A Favor Turned Odd
« Reply #2 on: September 28, 2017, 02:46:53 AM »
Mr. Anders declined the offer of refreshments, stating he himself was an intern and so couldn't have theirs run about. He was just jesting back, Alvin could tell off his smile. The older man smiled back...and for some reason wondered how Fritz Anders' boss treated him.

An odd worry. It wasn't really his business.

Alvin refrained from shuffling his papers again distractedly and to cover yet more odd thoughts and feelings. He also couldn't let the lad's words stand fully and motioned to one of the editors even as he passed. Not for something of his own but with something for his current client, Alvin found unabashed command and politely but firmly shuffled the duty to him with just two or three points and a head gesture that clearly indicated being sent to for amenities.

The editor frowned, almost stated his more important things, but was then down the hall to comply. He would be telling higher ups of Mr. Errol's audacity, but had learned when last he tangled with him. It had been over Liz Caulfield's article that was deemed not worth publishing. Not that one. Thing is she never found out it almost wasn't because Alvin Errol had marched down to the small meeting over it and not left until he'd made them reverse the decision.

This same rarely utilized resolve soon saw Mr. Anders at least provided a glass of water in absence of nothing at all.

Around this interaction, Alvin leaned on his desk slightly and listened as the young man got to his purpose here, nodding here and there (returning the small smile) and trying to absorb it.

Eighteen years...that was almost...

Alvin almost stumbled unknown on the whole reason Mr. Anders was here, yet he pushed the almost thought aside.

The legal consultant smiled once the lad was finished, "Well no, I wouldn't say that was a problem unless there was something in that year or around of interest, but if this client is just concerned about a general span, the typical seven years is overkill" Alvin answered, nodding again to what the lad said on knowing some legal stuff, "Very admirable of you, and while I feel I should encourage you to find an actual lawyer...not for my sake you understand...", he smiled, "but just in general a good idea, you seem a likely lad and I'm sure MBG is lucky to have you", but lest he sound he was buttering up...

Alvin sat back and debated asking if there was anything else he could aid with, but waited out his young client's next statement or question.

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Re: A Favor Turned Odd
« Reply #3 on: January 20, 2018, 06:19:56 PM »
His refusal of refreshment wasn’t allowed to stand, and Fritz watched the subsequent 'argument' and back and forth, that silent or not, still took place. Mr. Errol won, of course, and though Fritz didn't know all of the set up of how this Newsplant worked, and Mr. Errol's place in it, he caught that he had been privileged a rare used thing.

But why him?

It almost made Fritz halt his words, but it was over so quickly and the young Bank Aid just went on with explaining to Mr. Errol's attentive gaze.

"Well no, I wouldn't say that was a problem unless there was something in that year or around of interest, but if this client is just concerned about a general span, the typical seven years is overkill", Mr. Errol answered. Fritz nodded again. Unless there was something of interest. Fess up!

Nodding again, Fritz only just held on to the urge of answering the question that had to be in the back of Mr. Errol's mind! He had to be wondering just what all of this was about! He could have just called for that!

"Very admirable of you, and while I feel I should encourage you to find an actual lawyer...not for my sake you understand, but just in general a good idea, you seem a likely lad and I'm sure MBG is lucky to have you".

That made it worse! Fritz smiled again, trying to find his answer. He glanced down to the man's own coffee cup, then back up. "T-thank you, Sir, I...I do try, and don't worry, I wouldn't have thought...it was just a ploy", he grinned. The other employee, or whoever he was, who had been sent came back with the water, and Fritz took it with a grateful smile and nod. "Thank you".

"Not a problem at all", the man lied, even Fritz knew it was a lie, as he then glanced back to Mr. Errol with a slightly annoyed look before leaving.

Fritz pondered what it was he had been trying to say before, taking a sip of water to aid with that. He faced Mr. Errol again, his hands fiddling a bit. He had no more fake answers or conversation bits, they were slowly leaving him with every exchange. "The...the thing is, Sir", he began, "I'm...not...just here for hypothetical questions". He set the cup to a side table. "I know Lindsay Sayers. I don't know her father, but...he...well maybe I should pause before incriminating, but...I can already tell he's no good. I...I heard you used to be his lawyer and I thought...well, Sir...", Fritz wasn't sure what he was trying to say now...

He should make sure Mr. Errol knew he wasn't blaming! But that was just one more problem in the midst of trying to sound coherent! And he was now firmly throwing any chance at getting the papers out the window! Unless...even fake papers, maybe this was good, maybe Mr. Errol could help. Lindsay needed someone's help, someone better than him.
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Re: A Favor Turned Odd
« Reply #4 on: September 04, 2018, 07:11:11 PM »
Alvin felt more than a bit of satisfaction in watching the water argument go his way, and for this very nice young man currently in his office and explaining things. He only smiled back as Mr. Anders (kid or no, he would title him) went on to say he hadn't thought Alvin's comment a ploy. He, again, wouldn't be judged if he had.

Everything was going to well; it should have been a warning to him.

Alvin Errol liked the kid before him, as his water initiating had proven, he seemed smart and...bold when need be. Honest too, as he soon came clean about why he was here.

If Alvin had found it odd, he wasn't going to be the one to say so first. Then the kid set his water aside, with the air of someone with something on their mind.

Maybe he had had that look all along, Alvin realized.

The Legal Consultant just nodded, chin resting on his hands, as Fritz Anders said he wasn't here for for a hypothetical question and awaited, patiently, what it was.

If he was an aspiring journalist he needn't go through all this trouble to...

"I know Lindsay Sayers. I don't know her father, but...he...well maybe I should pause before incriminating, but...I can already tell he's no good. I...I heard you used to be his lawyer and I thought...well, Sir..."

The world had stopped at that one name, Sayers. An odd anger burned up, not at the kid before him, but the man he was describing. That low life, no good...was the reason Alvin was stuck in this Newspaper Plant!

Ok, that wasn’t true, he had followed his own disillusionment here. But that was the man's fault for being so...

Fear followed Anger as Fritz said he knew he had been his lawyer, but there was no judgement or incrimination sent his way, just honest and open aid asking it seemed...

From the moment Mr. Anders had said the name, Alvin had sat back in his chair, and now just watched and listened with a Deer in the Headlight Look.

Fritz Anders’ words had stopped with his last cut off statement; and Alvin now noticed the young man was watching him expectantly, almost hopefully.

He has firm faith you can fix this...even though he’s never met you.

Alvin felt perspiration start to form as he pondered. Here it was, in a sense, his chance; if he dealt with Sayers...it was the one thing to have contributed to his ruin.

He could feel good about himself again, he might even get a real legal job again. He would be someone Liz Caulfield wouldn’t demean herself to speak to!

For an instant Alvin saw it. Glory restored! Himself the kind of person who fought for those important to him; and those important to them!

He would march up, tell Sayers he had really crossed the line and...and...

Of all things to stop this mental prepping...the chipped mug that had always been with his office was a very odd one.

It had always been odd; a too pertinent reminder. He’d dropped and chipped it when leaving his law firm for the news plant, after finding himself disgusted by becoming a Welfare Advocate for
Cheats. Sayers had had friends who had contacted him after he stormed out disgusted enough with the man and sent over the edge further by their pleas for an easy life!

Like the house on Rockefeller, it was an accurate representation of himself.

And What?!, Alvin’s mind finished. He was no one’s hero and champion. His whole career showed that. Here and Before.

Alvin turned the mug around, somehow unable to meet Fritz Anders’ gaze. ”You’re exactly right, young man...I did know Sayers...”, the handle made another rotation. ”And that’s why I would advise you to walk away and...the girl’s eighteen anyway if I recall...outside what we can do...I...I am sorry....”.

Alvin forced himself to look up now; and he really was. Sorry he was this way.

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Re: A Favor Turned Odd
« Reply #5 on: September 04, 2018, 07:12:45 PM »
Mr. Errol’s shock was perhaps not surprising. He had thrown him for a loop, no doubt, mentioning what he did. Fritz bit his lip, but watched that play of determination across the Legal Consultant’s face.

No, across the face of The Lawyer! As he was! A champion of justice! The best lawyer Fritz knew, never-mind he didn’t know any others.

Mr. Errol glancing down was the first sign of something, as well as seeming to deflate with it.

”You’re exactly right, young man...I did know Sayers...”

Fritz nodded, a bit hurried, and to get rid of the nagging in the pit of his stomach...

”And that’s why I would advise you to walk away and...the girl’s eighteen anyway if I recall...outside what we can do...I...I am sorry....”.

It physically hurt for some reason, the Shock Outrage and Hurt that hit with these words!

No...no...no! He was the one person who would do something! He...he had to be!

Fritz couldn’t defend this thought. He had just met Mr. Errol after all, he was just a random legal consultant...

All the prior feelings got worse as Mr. Errol went on. In fact from looking stunned, Fritz frowned hard. That girl has a name that maybe if you cared to learn...”. But the legal consultant wasn’t looking at him, so Fritz doubted if he heard him either.

The young bank aid was becoming tempted to shout if the legal consultant said much else! Thankfully he didn’t, and by the time he glanced up, Fritz was glancing aside.

”I see...”, all the bite that could resided in those words. ”Well Thankyou for your time, Mr. Errol”. More sting as Fritz stood.

He went to leave, then paused and decided that no, he had more to say!

”So I guess your claim to fame is advising The Paper on how to insult politicians and get away with it!”.

Perhaps a harder job than Mr. Anders was giving credit to, but he was just biting back like a little kicked dog. Kicked by a beloved owner rather than a stranger even; producing more bite perhaps.

Fritz’s muttered ”Good day” was perhaps hardly heard as he walked to the door and opened it himself to make a hasty exit.

He knew one thing though, he wasn’t going to let a useless legal consultant mean that he let down Lindsay! His mind was already running on Plan B even as he marched out the front doors.


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