#nolan fitzpatrick 01

The friendship he shared with the younger Fitzpatrick did little to warm his feelings towards the elder of the two. It wasn't an animosity that had come from nowhere, growing up he'd always just been Ronan's older brother. But as their chosen careers had begun to clash, resentment had began to bubble. The lawyer was good at his job but that wasn't where the annoyance came from, more from the fact that it seemed he had a knack for helping the guilty get away with whatever they wanted. Case after case had been built only to be dismantled. So when he saw the other Irishman walk in, voice was flat. "If you've come all the way down here just to tell me another of your clients is pleading the fifth, this could have been a phonecall."

Their relationship had always been cordial enough, working together when it served them both but perhaps never the closest. But now his neutrality ( even if it was just a willingness to take anyone's money ) could work in her favour. An offer had been extended, the terms vague but she didn't doubt that he was sharp enough to put it together for himself. A new chapter meant a new opportunity for them both and if she could count on one thing, it was that he didn't pass up an opportunity to get ahead. "Fitzpatrick." Smooth and confident, hand extended to shake to start their discussion. "Thank you for coming."

Hand gestured to the chair opposite as she continued. "I won't waste either of our time but first I thought it only fair to see if you had any questions?" A test as much as a courtesy, though she had yet to decide which answer would be the correct one. It was unclear how much he knew about it all but her departure from Echo had likely reached his ears if nothing else.

The trap was laid, she'd gotten to work early with their morning coffee as always, this time tucking it away on her desk rather than leaving it on his. Whether he got it or not would likely depend on the outcome of the conversation she was going to spring on him the minute he walked through the door. "Nolan." Not a greeting, more a demand for his attention the moment she saw him walk through the door. Stepping round her desk she effectively blocked his way into his office, not quite cornering him but cutting off his escape. "Look I know you're a 'busy man' and you have 'a lot on your plate' and I'm supposed to make things 'easier' for you -" Each statement was delivered with a drop in pitch of her voice, making no attempt to make her imitation of his voice anything but mocking. "- but do you think just for once you could make my life easier?"

The only pause she left was one long enough to heave a dramatic sigh, playing up the role of put upon employee before she continued. "I'm tired of having to play Sisyphus to my own personal boulder of paperwork." Hand flung out dramatically to motion to the papers on her desk, then again to the trays she had neatly labelled. "My filing system is idiot-proof. And I could call you a lot of very true things that would make my grandma's toes curl but we both know an idiot isn't one of them." Dark eyes narrowed slightly to give him a pointed look before winding up her pitch that she knew was more of a tirade. Nothing he wasn't used to. "So can you please - please - help a girl out so she can use her time for something more valuable than rearranging all this."