Surprisingly, Greg had arrived early to the talk. Really, the only reason he was here because it would further raise his profile, placing him one more step towards making partner. But the reason he was there on time was a simple threat from his presiding partner not to be late— as he was ceremoniously late to most meetings, luckily his work-ethic and success rate in both court and out of court gave him that much more liberty on the hours that he was actually supposed to work. And of course he had procrastinated deciding and drafting what he’d say to the crowd of undergraduates until the morning of the show. He puled out a paper that was packed to the brim with hand written notes, his handwriting was small, just barely large enough for him to make out. Most people told him that he wrote too small for anyone to read, but the small font and the fact that he had written it himself allowed him to nearly memorize a majority of what he needed to say without much effort. If he wrote it, he could remember it. That was the motto that had gotten him through three years of law school at Columbia.<br/><br/>He was slated to be the primary speaker regarding the process and steps that went behind litigating corporate cases— primarily when allegations were against high profile clients that would have had trials that would make OJ’s trial look like a walk in the park. Truly, public perception and scrutiny was one of the worst things for a trial and often leads to judges passing harsher sentences than they would otherwise. Which is why most of his cases were the that had been settled. Granted, he was on the defendants' side more often than not, but even<i>if</i>he had settled a case it was usually for pennies on the dollar of what the settlement would be if he had allowed the case to go to trial.<br/><br/>He could feel his hands shaking ever so slightly— he needed a smoke. Well, he had given up cigarettes for the latest smoking fad. He pulled out the USB shaped device and took a drag of it, letting out a small puff of smoke, immediately garnering attention from those around him. Did he care? Not much. There were often times at bars or restaurants or even clubs where he would be casually smoking away to be admonished by a security official or someone who seemed to actually follow the loose rules that surrounded smoking a vaporizer indoors. He paid no attention to the glares. As he puffed and listened ot other speakers speak and continue onwards about how they could help each others etc etc, out of the corner of his eye he noticed a tall attractive young woman make her way to the front row. She was clearly too old to be an undergraduate. So why was she here? For a moment his warm brown eyes lingered at the unknown figure as she sat down and crossed her legs with a notebook and pen ready.<br/><br/>Putting away his smoking device he went ahead and began to comb through his detailed notes. Mentally making notes as he read. Quickly though he realized he needed a pen, an item he didn't have on him considering he hadn't brought his work bag with him. His eyes once again glanced over while in mid conversation with a Financial Accounting Professor (who was a partner at Deloitte) spoke about something that was boring in Greg's point of view. "Just excuse me, I realized I need to make a few edits to my notes." He said plainly but politely, his tone was cordial and a smile radiated across his features as he stepped away, more concerned about his own speech than the financial and investment strategies of an aging partner.<br/><br/>No one had sat in the front row other than the girl who was nearly his height. Well at least with heels on. He noted as he glanced down at her feet for a moment. There was one thing about legs that attracted him to tall girls-- they were the prelude to what was at the ends or the beginnings of them. For a moment his eyes trailed up her long smooth legs before he took a step forward, smiling lightly as he interjected from her doodles. "Hey there." he said calmly before smiling again when she looked up from her work of art, "Can I just quickly borrow your pen? I need to make a few changes."