Hastings wakes up, shaves, showers, combs his hair. Puts on his suit, adjusts his tie. Picks up his briefcase on his way out and checks that he has locked his apartment behind him. Rides the elevator down to the lobby where he is greeted by Al, the building’s doorman.
“Good morning, Mr. Hastings!”
“Morning,” he replies with a wave.
“Busy day ahead?”
“Same as always.”
“Important court case, is it?”
“No, nothing important.”
“What is it then? Divorce settlement? Defending a tax evader?”
He shakes his head.
“You probably have clients lining up outside your door, you’re such a well-known attorney.”
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