Harvey whats-his-name

The sign on the office door was the same as the want ad. "Courier/assistant needed, accepting resumes." There was a scooter instead of a car, and the 'office' was just a half-remodeled house. Still, it was a shot, wasn't it?

Maggie nodded enthusiastically,

Maggie took the offered hand and shook vigorously,

The sign on the office door was the same as the want ad. "Courier/assistant needed, accepting resumes." There was a scooter instead of a car, and the 'office' was just a half-remodeled house. Still, it was a shot, wasn't it?

Maggie nodded enthusiastically,

The sign on the office door was the same as the want ad. "Courier/assistant needed, accepting resumes." There was a scooter instead of a car, and the 'office' was just a half-remodeled house. Still, it was a shot, wasn't it?

Maggie twitched a little and smiled nervously,

Maggie visibly relaxed, and hurried over to the scooter. She let go of the fist that was still digging nails into her palm and tried to breathe deeply as she stood next to the scooter and waited for Harvey to come back.

“Yeah, the paper. I’ve been looking for- Well, there’s only so many jobs I can actually do…”

Maggie nodded, still fidgeting, but keeping pace as she followed beside Harvey,

“Yeah, that definitely limits your options. Thankfully, it’s not as much a thing for what I need,” he said with a smile. “You ring a doorbell, nobody answers, you leave a note. Somebody answers, you hand ‘em the letter,” he said with a shrug. “While I could use postage for a lot of this, I prefer having people hand it -in-person, and grabbing signatures. That way, they can’t claim their dog ate it, or somebody stole it, or some other random bull,” he said with a shrug.

Maggie blinked,

The sign on the office door was the same as the want ad. "Courier/assistant needed, accepting resumes." There was a scooter instead of a car, and the 'office' was just a half-remodeled house. Still, it was a shot, wasn't it?

Maggie twitched a little and smiled nervously,

Maggie visibly relaxed, and hurried over to the scooter. She let go of the fist that was still digging nails into her palm and tried to breathe deeply as she stood next to the scooter and waited for Harvey to come back.

“Yeah, the paper. I’ve been looking for- Well, there’s only so many jobs I can actually do…”

Maggie nodded, still fidgeting, but keeping pace as she followed beside Harvey,

“Yeah, that definitely limits your options. Thankfully, it’s not as much a thing for what I need,” he said with a smile. “You ring a doorbell, nobody answers, you leave a note. Somebody answers, you hand ‘em the letter,” he said with a shrug. “While I could use postage for a lot of this, I prefer having people hand it -in-person, and grabbing signatures. That way, they can’t claim their dog ate it, or somebody stole it, or some other random bull,” he said with a shrug.

The sign on the office door was the same as the want ad. "Courier/assistant needed, accepting resumes." There was a scooter instead of a car, and the 'office' was just a half-remodeled house. Still, it was a shot, wasn't it?

Maggie twitched a little and smiled nervously,

Maggie visibly relaxed, and hurried over to the scooter. She let go of the fist that was still digging nails into her palm and tried to breathe deeply as she stood next to the scooter and waited for Harvey to come back.

“Yeah, the paper. I’ve been looking for- Well, there’s only so many jobs I can actually do…”

The sign on the office door was the same as the want ad. "Courier/assistant needed, accepting resumes." There was a scooter instead of a car, and the 'office' was just a half-remodeled house. Still, it was a shot, wasn't it?

Maggie twitched a little and smiled nervously,

Maggie visibly relaxed, and hurried over to the scooter. She let go of the fist that was still digging nails into her palm and tried to breathe deeply as she stood next to the scooter and waited for Harvey to come back.

The sign on the office door was the same as the want ad. "Courier/assistant needed, accepting resumes." There was a scooter instead of a car, and the 'office' was just a half-remodeled house. Still, it was a shot, wasn't it?

Maggie twitched a little and smiled nervously,

The sign on the office door was the same as the want ad. "Courier/assistant needed, accepting resumes." There was a scooter instead of a car, and the 'office' was just a half-remodeled house. Still, it was a shot, wasn't it?

Nevermore walks into the office at the appointed time, their demeanor one of mixed curiosity and mild trepidation. "Hello?" They call out. "Mister... Wachisinim?" At least they're trying.

Nevy nods and steps around the couch to shake. Their outfit today is almost staid, in contrast to their usual flamboyance: a pair of black slacks, a white button-up shirt, and a black vest. The only splash of color is a rose-patterned cravat ties around their throat. “That’s me.”

(edited version)

Harvey nodded. “That’s very much a different thing. Basically, I’m going to set up a recording device. You’ll do most of the talking.  Then, I’ll transcribe it in a day or two, and then I’ll send you a copy to sign, agreeing that this is what we said,” he said, adjusting on of his gloves. “The big thing is that since you’re the primary witness, I’m going to keep questions short, and let you explain things in your own words.”

Harvey nodded. “That’s a fair answer to an unfair question,” he said with a nod. “There may be certain other details you’re aware of, but in that regard, I’d trust what you told me to fare better in a court,” he coughed. “Sorry, I’m not usually this much for euphemisms,” He fidgeted with the glove again. 

Nevy thinks for a few minutes, then nods. “Okay. Let me know when you’re ready.”

“Honest and truthful. Very good,” Harvey said with a nod. looking over the recording on the laptop and saving it. “After I finish transcribing, I’ll send you a copy as well, and then you can sign some paperwork, and I’ll have a letter to wave in Sharon’s face, and her lawyers, since it will likely come to that.”

Nevermore walks into the office at the appointed time, their demeanor one of mixed curiosity and mild trepidation. "Hello?" They call out. "Mister... Wachisinim?" At least they're trying.

Nevy nods and steps around the couch to shake. Their outfit today is almost staid, in contrast to their usual flamboyance: a pair of black slacks, a white button-up shirt, and a black vest. The only splash of color is a rose-patterned cravat ties around their throat. “That’s me.”

(edited version)

Harvey nodded. “That’s very much a different thing. Basically, I’m going to set up a recording device. You’ll do most of the talking.  Then, I’ll transcribe it in a day or two, and then I’ll send you a copy to sign, agreeing that this is what we said,” he said, adjusting on of his gloves. “The big thing is that since you’re the primary witness, I’m going to keep questions short, and let you explain things in your own words.”

Harvey nodded. “That’s a fair answer to an unfair question,” he said with a nod. “There may be certain other details you’re aware of, but in that regard, I’d trust what you told me to fare better in a court,” he coughed. “Sorry, I’m not usually this much for euphemisms,” He fidgeted with the glove again. 

Harvey's office is a remodeled house/office setup near Kingswood. The gloved man is waiting in the office, smirking in a t-shirt and slacks. Not the outfit you'd expect, but he still seems chipper as you come in. "Hey, you're my three o'clock, right? If you can grab a seat in the second room, I'll be there quick with some files. You want some water?" despite the situation, he seems relaxed, as if this was more just a casual study than a legal office.

“She’s self-assured and believes no one should be allowed to talk to her with anything less than deference. If you get a hair sleazy with her, and don’t allow her to cow you, it’ll throw her off. Entitled. ‘You can’t talk to me like that’ is something she said multiple times. And then to Nevy, ‘Are you going to let her talk to me like that’. As if they hold my leash.” She smirks. “Making her blow up on the stand will be easy. And me remaining calm, polite…someone people can be sympathetic toward, that’s easy enough.”

“Sounds likes she’s got money,” he said with a nod. “Good. Means I might get to make an upscale lawyer underestimate me. And frankly, I really am the type to bite through a leash,” he said with a nod. “Else I’d still be on it,” he said with a small  roll of his shoulders. Less stressed than the knuckle cracking, but still a certain stiffness.

“When Sirona clears me, then. I will come back to spar with you.” Her eyes twinkle, pupils swinging like the pendulum of a grandfather clock across her golden irises. “You look like you need to release some tension.”

Harvey nods at the first remark and then nearly coughs up the water he was drinking at the second. For a brief moment, the ‘glass’ of his face  fogs up slightly. “If you hit with the same speed as that wit, I should keep some ice handy,” he said with a slight laugh and a wink. 

Nevermore walks into the office at the appointed time, their demeanor one of mixed curiosity and mild trepidation. "Hello?" They call out. "Mister... Wachisinim?" At least they're trying.

Nevy nods and steps around the couch to shake. Their outfit today is almost staid, in contrast to their usual flamboyance: a pair of black slacks, a white button-up shirt, and a black vest. The only splash of color is a rose-patterned cravat ties around their throat. “That’s me.”

(edited version)

Harvey nodded. “That’s very much a different thing. Basically, I’m going to set up a recording device. You’ll do most of the talking.  Then, I’ll transcribe it in a day or two, and then I’ll send you a copy to sign, agreeing that this is what we said,” he said, adjusting on of his gloves. “The big thing is that since you’re the primary witness, I’m going to keep questions short, and let you explain things in your own words.”

Harvey nodded. “That’s a fair answer to an unfair question,” he said with a nod. “There may be certain other details you’re aware of, but in that regard, I’d trust what you told me to fare better in a court,” he coughed. “Sorry, I’m not usually this much for euphemisms,” He fidgeted with the glove again. 

Harvey's office is a remodeled house/office setup near Kingswood. The gloved man is waiting in the office, smirking in a t-shirt and slacks. Not the outfit you'd expect, but he still seems chipper as you come in. "Hey, you're my three o'clock, right? If you can grab a seat in the second room, I'll be there quick with some files. You want some water?" despite the situation, he seems relaxed, as if this was more just a casual study than a legal office.

“She’s self-assured and believes no one should be allowed to talk to her with anything less than deference. If you get a hair sleazy with her, and don’t allow her to cow you, it’ll throw her off. Entitled. ‘You can’t talk to me like that’ is something she said multiple times. And then to Nevy, ‘Are you going to let her talk to me like that’. As if they hold my leash.” She smirks. “Making her blow up on the stand will be easy. And me remaining calm, polite…someone people can be sympathetic toward, that’s easy enough.”

“Sounds likes she’s got money,” he said with a nod. “Good. Means I might get to make an upscale lawyer underestimate me. And frankly, I really am the type to bite through a leash,” he said with a nod. “Else I’d still be on it,” he said with a small  roll of his shoulders. Less stressed than the knuckle cracking, but still a certain stiffness.

“When Sirona clears me, then. I will come back to spar with you.” Her eyes twinkle, pupils swinging like the pendulum of a grandfather clock across her golden irises. “You look like you need to release some tension.”

Harvey nods at the first remark and then nearly coughs up the water he was drinking at the second. For a brief moment, the ‘glass’ of his face  fogs up slightly. “If you hit with the same speed as that wit, I should keep some ice handy,” he said with a slight laugh and a wink. 

Nevermore walks into the office at the appointed time, their demeanor one of mixed curiosity and mild trepidation. "Hello?" They call out. "Mister... Wachisinim?" At least they're trying.

Nevy nods and steps around the couch to shake. Their outfit today is almost staid, in contrast to their usual flamboyance: a pair of black slacks, a white button-up shirt, and a black vest. The only splash of color is a rose-patterned cravat ties around their throat. “That’s me.”

(edited version)

Harvey nodded. “That’s very much a different thing. Basically, I’m going to set up a recording device. You’ll do most of the talking.  Then, I’ll transcribe it in a day or two, and then I’ll send you a copy to sign, agreeing that this is what we said,” he said, adjusting on of his gloves. “The big thing is that since you’re the primary witness, I’m going to keep questions short, and let you explain things in your own words.”

Harvey's office is a remodeled house/office setup near Kingswood. The gloved man is waiting in the office, smirking in a t-shirt and slacks. Not the outfit you'd expect, but he still seems chipper as you come in. "Hey, you're my three o'clock, right? If you can grab a seat in the second room, I'll be there quick with some files. You want some water?" despite the situation, he seems relaxed, as if this was more just a casual study than a legal office.

“She’s self-assured and believes no one should be allowed to talk to her with anything less than deference. If you get a hair sleazy with her, and don’t allow her to cow you, it’ll throw her off. Entitled. ‘You can’t talk to me like that’ is something she said multiple times. And then to Nevy, ‘Are you going to let her talk to me like that’. As if they hold my leash.” She smirks. “Making her blow up on the stand will be easy. And me remaining calm, polite…someone people can be sympathetic toward, that’s easy enough.”

“Sounds likes she’s got money,” he said with a nod. “Good. Means I might get to make an upscale lawyer underestimate me. And frankly, I really am the type to bite through a leash,” he said with a nod. “Else I’d still be on it,” he said with a small  roll of his shoulders. Less stressed than the knuckle cracking, but still a certain stiffness.

“When Sirona clears me, then. I will come back to spar with you.” Her eyes twinkle, pupils swinging like the pendulum of a grandfather clock across her golden irises. “You look like you need to release some tension.”

Harvey nods at the first remark and then nearly coughs up the water he was drinking at the second. For a brief moment, the ‘glass’ of his face  fogs up slightly. “If you hit with the same speed as that wit, I should keep some ice handy,” he said with a slight laugh and a wink. 

Nevermore walks into the office at the appointed time, their demeanor one of mixed curiosity and mild trepidation. "Hello?" They call out. "Mister... Wachisinim?" At least they're trying.

Nevy nods and steps around the couch to shake. Their outfit today is almost staid, in contrast to their usual flamboyance: a pair of black slacks, a white button-up shirt, and a black vest. The only splash of color is a rose-patterned cravat ties around their throat. “That’s me.”

Harvey nods slightly and pockets the pen. “That’s understandable. Nobody expects these sorts of things to happen,” he said, trying to reassure the man without casting any aspersions which would lead him on. This poor guy was just throwing a party, and all of this went down.People didn’t want to be witnesses. But, here they were. “Follow me to the office. We’ll sit down and talk about it,” he said amicably. “But, honestly, being bothered by all this is fair. Violence bothers the head,” he said with a nod as he walked towards the door, leading the man into a well lit office with almost as many windows as walls.

Harvey's office is a remodeled house/office setup near Kingswood. The gloved man is waiting in the office, smirking in a t-shirt and slacks. Not the outfit you'd expect, but he still seems chipper as you come in. "Hey, you're my three o'clock, right? If you can grab a seat in the second room, I'll be there quick with some files. You want some water?" despite the situation, he seems relaxed, as if this was more just a casual study than a legal office.

“She’s self-assured and believes no one should be allowed to talk to her with anything less than deference. If you get a hair sleazy with her, and don’t allow her to cow you, it’ll throw her off. Entitled. ‘You can’t talk to me like that’ is something she said multiple times. And then to Nevy, ‘Are you going to let her talk to me like that’. As if they hold my leash.” She smirks. “Making her blow up on the stand will be easy. And me remaining calm, polite…someone people can be sympathetic toward, that’s easy enough.”

“Sounds likes she’s got money,” he said with a nod. “Good. Means I might get to make an upscale lawyer underestimate me. And frankly, I really am the type to bite through a leash,” he said with a nod. “Else I’d still be on it,” he said with a small  roll of his shoulders. Less stressed than the knuckle cracking, but still a certain stiffness.