Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap.

“Nervous?” asked Rachel.

“What makes you say that?” squeaked David.

“People who show up at an attorney’s office are usually nervous. It’s natural.”

“Speaking from experience?”

“Just from having seen more people than you acting the way you are over the past six months of working here.”

“And how am I acting?”


“Oh.” Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap. The well-furnished lobby was illuminated by morning sunlight pouring in through the large windows on the south side of the office. Rachel squinted against the light as she entered time for the associates into the computer. David continued to bounce his three hundred-dollar sneaker against the tile floor.

“So what did you do?”


“Why are you here? Attorneys are like psychologists — you don’t come and talk to us just to shoot the breeze…unless you want to blow a few hundred dollars a session.”

David looked around at the empty office. “Aren’t we…”

“Client confidentiality. Anything said in this office stays in this office.”

“But I’m not a client.”

“Not yet.”

“I don’t think…”

“Friend, I wasn’t hired because I look pretty and make coffee. I know to keep my mouth shut with personal information. Besides, it’ll liven up my day.”

David adjusted the thick collection of file folders next to him methodically, making sure the tabs all lined up and no papers stuck out. “Do you watch a lot of news?”

“Enough to know our country is fucked from all different angles.”

“Have you heard about online fantasy leagues?”

“Like Dungeons and Dragons?”

“Like Draft ‘N Duel?”

“That company with those garbage commercials that are everywhere?”

David lifted the top envelope up so Rachel could see it. On the cover was a logo featuring a baseball, basketball, hockey puck, and football spinning around red lettering that was reminiscent of street graffiti.

“So I should blame you for all the commercials?”

“Blame marketing. I’m just a numbers guy.”

“Seems like your perfect job. Still doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

“People have started complaining.”

“I can see why. If I knew I could complain about the commercials I would have done it months ago.”

“People just don’t understand. They think it’s guaranteed money. Like, if you play a few games each week you’ll earn thousands of dollars.”

“So people are suing you for false advertising.”

“Among other things. The state department has started looking into how we run our site. They’re saying we’re knowingly overdrafting our clients and draining their accounts.”

“I can see why you’d be nervous. The state department doesn’t mess around.” She went back to her typing. She squinted as the light caught the corner of the glass.

“That’s it?”

“Hey, I’m not a psychologist. I’m not gonna tell you everything’ll be okay. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t know, deep down, that you did something wrong.”

“But we didn’t.”

“Then why are you being investigated?”

Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap.

“That’s what I thought.”

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