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Seeking representation (Lindsey)
The search for a lawyer who was not City born was a short one. The names that came up were very few. Hannibal was a little surprised by this fact, but glad of it as well. He needed to find somebody for River very quickly, and he didn't want to have to visit too many offices to discover just the person he needed. A City born lawyer wouldn't have the experience that Hannibal was looking for, the drive, nor the passion. He didn't trust the abilities of one who had never been outside the wall and didn't believe they would do enough.
He chose a name to begin with. Lindsey McDonald.
What he found at the office when he arrived was a nicely appointed space, not tacky, not too flashy. A lovely girl sitting outside a door with the attorney's name tastefully displayed. It did not take Hannibal much to convince her, Andrea, to let him wait inside despite not having an appointment time. She was loyal, he could see, but easily manipulated. He didn't know if this was a trait that she'd been chosen for specifically, or if it was just kind of a bonus. She knew enough to do her job, though he doubted she would be able to explain much of what went inside the inner sanctum.
Once in, he took the time to look around. There were adornments, things picked with care. None of it struck Hannibal as personal. He saw not a sign of what he would consider a man's true taste. He saw things that were expected of lawyers. Books on the law neatly arranged on shelves. Plush leather chairs for prospective clients or rivals. A beautiful wooden desk that was just a hair too big, but still on the right side of obscene. Swords on the walls. Such things that spoke of virility, power, conquest, nothing that could be construed as weakness.
Hannibal took up residence in one of the chairs and sat quietly, waiting.
He chose a name to begin with. Lindsey McDonald.
What he found at the office when he arrived was a nicely appointed space, not tacky, not too flashy. A lovely girl sitting outside a door with the attorney's name tastefully displayed. It did not take Hannibal much to convince her, Andrea, to let him wait inside despite not having an appointment time. She was loyal, he could see, but easily manipulated. He didn't know if this was a trait that she'd been chosen for specifically, or if it was just kind of a bonus. She knew enough to do her job, though he doubted she would be able to explain much of what went inside the inner sanctum.
Once in, he took the time to look around. There were adornments, things picked with care. None of it struck Hannibal as personal. He saw not a sign of what he would consider a man's true taste. He saw things that were expected of lawyers. Books on the law neatly arranged on shelves. Plush leather chairs for prospective clients or rivals. A beautiful wooden desk that was just a hair too big, but still on the right side of obscene. Swords on the walls. Such things that spoke of virility, power, conquest, nothing that could be construed as weakness.
Hannibal took up residence in one of the chairs and sat quietly, waiting.