I was under the assumption that it would be war. I was assigned to a case for client I had previously dealt with, an assignment that ended up sour because the client wanted to keep more money to himself that was fair. (Fairness and money: disconnects?) I hunted down a probable saint and conned a car off of him, and I was soon on my way up north.
I had no lunch, no breakfast, and in a bad mood: I didn’t particularly like the client, and I didn’t particularly enjoy being part of a trussed up deal. Within minutes of our second meeting in 12 months I realized that was how this was going to play out. I couldn’t back out this time, and decided to wing it.
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