"Most of our clientle are evil, Elle," Lindsey interrupted not too long after she called them morally grey. And he, living by his own set of rules and morals, had no want of being catagorized with evil. It was too neat a label. "Calling them morally grey would imply they have a soul, a conscience, and the ability to feel guilt. All three, not just one or two."
Ell, he considered, despite actually working for the firm, still could have come down under the good catagorization. It really would have taken some strain to see her as any kind of evil, unless it involved the mindless prattling about designer clothing which went so far over his head it may as well have been a figurative plane.
And then there was the whole hating his bosses yet being unable to escape them as long as they owned his soul. That part made rebellion, constantly, a necessity in his life. "Please don't call me Lins again. I get enough flack about my name without making it girlier," he stated before standing up straight, running a hand through his hair.
"It's not going to happen anytime soon. I'm here." Frickin' Senior Partners. He frowned slightly at the dress comment. "I have no idea what that means."