Nathaniel was presently trying to fight off an outright panic attack. Lyle had raped him, and now he was trying to file a lawsuit. Why? He could only think of one thing; take all his assets away. But he knew about lawyer and client confidentiality, and he knew he wasn't willing to pay anything for information, let alone from Lance. He reached out with the paper and set them on the desk, trying to stay as far away from the arrogant asshole as possible. He shook his head. "N-no," he stammered. Flushing, he shook his head and kept his eyes lowered. "The printer was out of paper and I just t-thought to bring them to y-you."<br/><br/>He cleared his throat, then sought to dart out of the office. He didn't want to stand there another minute. Well, Nathaniel wanted to yell at him, to demand answers. Why was he helping that...that<i>rapist</i>? Why was he helping his brother. What did Lyle want, anyway? If he wasn't stopped, he resigned himself to delivering the rest of the case files before making a be-line to Alan's office.