Nate offered a warm smile when the other turned around, not meaning to startle him. "No need to apologize," he said. He didn't get the sense of domineering personality that he always got from alphas. This one was different. There were a small handful of omegas that worked for the firm, the majority being interns that were already claimed. But truly the other was a new face he had never seen before. He shook his hand warmly. "My name is Nathaniel," he replied. Nate wasn't something he offered up immediately as a nickname, and even though the other wasn't intimidating, he didn't know him.<br/><br/>It pieced together rather quickly with his attire that he definitely wasn't an alpha, and Nate relaxed just a bit. "Sure. I'll be happy to help you." He looked over the machine. "Ah," he said, then popped open the paper cartridge. "It's out of paper." Smiling kindly, Nate grabbed a ream of paper and inserted it into the printer. Once the cartridge was closed, several things queued up. Including his own case papers for Alan. "I may as well get these to the right people." There were headers he could read to see which lawyer they went to. He handed the Blooms case papers over to Ian. That's when he noticed.<br/><br/>The joy sort of just drained out of Nate's eyes. He turned pale. Lyle Richardson. It had to be. Lawyer was Lance...He closed his eyes and took a few slow, deep breaths, then shook his head and plastered on another smile. "I should get these papers to the lawyers. Maybe I'll see you around lunch?" Without waiting for a reply, Nate hurried out of the room and begrudgingly went to Lance's office.