The parking lot was underground, the gate locked in the middle of the night. Though it would be easy to get in if someone stole a keycard. The place was full of condos, each accessible only by key card. There was security planted around the establishment, and there were housekeepers that actually worked only for this place. As they should considering they were paid handsomely and had to pass biyearly background checks to make sure they had a clean criminal record. When he worked long days he had Anita clean his condo, and she was long gone when he made his way up to the one bedroom condo. The place was lavish, with an office, an exercise room, and a extravagant living room that overlooked a massive lake. The starts twinkled in the night sky, and he hung up his jacket by the door before he shed his clothes and showered.<br/><br/>Sleep came easily enough. He seldom had nightmares anymore. It was sort of part of his mentally distant persona. He went back to work on Monday, on schedule as always. Even his weekends were routine and terribly mundane. He was overdo for a good case. Dorian had gone to work in the same gray suit with the blue tie and gold cuff links. His scruff was neatly trimmed. His teeth were perfect and white, breath fresh from having just brushed his teeth after eating breakfast. Normal. So much normalcy. In his office, he thumbed through case after case, but nothing really caught his attention. In truth everything was just boring and mundane. He sighed and leaned back against his chair.<br/><br/>That's when he saw him. Petite, with long blonde hair. His attire was odd for the morning, though it had started to get cool out as fall was approaching. Mary, his assistant, looked up and blushed at the sight of the young man. He couldn't hear what she said, but he was pretty sure it was something along the lines of asking if he had an appointment. The stranger from Friday night. Scowling, Dorian moved to stand. He brushed his hands down his suit and adjusted the gold watch on his right wrist, then came out from his office.<br/><br/>"It's alright Mary. I'll see him," he said, his voice belying the emotionless state he'd portrayed that night. In fact it might have even been warm. He did care about her, and her well being. She was the only consistent person in his life, because she knew him. She knew his schedule, knew what he liked and didn't. She managed his meetings. Speaking of. "Reschedule everything for after lunch." The afternoon was open, at any rate. She frowned but nodded, still looking over the beautiful stranger.<br/><br/>He couldn't blame her. He was devilishly handsome. He held his hand out to the stranger. "Dorian Michaelson, owner of Michaelson Law. Would you like to come and sit?" he asked. The perfect picture of politeness. But this was business, after all. There was no room for him to be an asshole when he had a potential client. At the very least he could hear him out, though he couldn't help but wonder why he was even here to begin with. Though his eyes warned him not to bring up that night.