Michelle was taking a break after a very difficult and cantankerous client, an elderly man who visited her office every month with a complaint against someone who did nothing more than cross his path at the wrong moment. Kids on bicycles making too much noise, the stock boy at the local market not moving a box out of the way quickly enough, the red car that nearly hit in him the crosswalk. Long ago she figured out that he only wanted someone to listen to him, there was no real legal work involved. So she would give him an hour of her time, industriously make notes on everything he said, and smiled him on his way. No money changed hands, no contracts were signed. She chalked it up to community service.
The phone rang at her elbow. She opened her eyes and reached for it. "Michelle Torres."
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