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when he holds up his hand.
"Well, the coffee is fresh. It can wait a while."
There’s a smile in her voice, and Nathan looks up at her, returning the smile. Petra sets down the thermos. He nods, and she picks up the used cup.
"Just leave it Petra. Go home, you deserve it."
Puzzled, she leaves the office. He can hear her packing up. Then he hears the door, and it’s quiet again. She moves in her usual pattern: Packing her bag, going to the toilet, switching off her computer, waiting for it to shut down.
Then he hears voices, and instinctively turns his wrist and looks at his watch.
"Much too soon."
"Nathan."
Petra is crossing the floor on her way to him. He looks at her and sees that she is holding a letter.
"This just came. It’s from Walter, Walter & Walter."
He looks at her with surprise.
"Well, well, I wonder what they want. I don’t think we have any cases where they’re represented."
Petra shakes her head. Nathan looks at the letter with curiosity.
"Maybe it’s a new case, Nathan. It could be great to have them on the other side."
"They’re good, Petra."
"So are we."
She laughs and holds out the letter as she walks the rest of the way. Nathan smiles and feels how instincts are stirring. He has always wanted to face them. They had been a thorn in his side for a long time. Stuart had used them too and that had always annoyed him. So if he had the chance, now that Stuart was no longer there to dampen things, he wouldn’t think twice. He didn’t owe Walter, Walter & Walter anything. It was a chance worth taking, even if he lost. But if he won, his name would be on everybody’s lips in lawyer circles.
"Mr. Jones is here."
Nathan is focused again, and he looks at her.
"How long has he been here?"
"Five or ten minutes. He wanted to wait because he’s early. He arrived together with the messenger delivering the letter.”
Nathan laughs.
"Just show him in."
The thought of taking on Walter, Walter & Walter suddenly makes him feel strong and full of life.
"Finally."
"But you only just got his number yesterday..."
Nathan is confused and looks at Petra. Then he shakes his head, dismissing her words.
"Walter, Walter & Walter, dear Petra."
They smile at each other.
"Show him in."
He hears Petra’s voice and gets up and stands with his back to the door, as if he’s looking at something in the garden. He breathes deeply a couple of times, then he hears her steps and he turns when he knows that she’s only a few feet away.
"Marc Jones."
Nathan nods.
"Now, get out of here. You’ve earned it."
She nods and smiles as she walks swiftly toward her office. He can see a figure in the door as Petra leaves. She has to slip herself around him as he is already entering the room.
"Oh, Marc Jones?"
Nathan’s voice is loud.
"Please, come in."
The agile figure moves across the floor with quick, firm steps, before taking Nathan’s outstretched hand.
"Should I call you Marc? I mean, is Jones a cover?"
Their eyes meet and they nod at each other.
"It’s not a cover."
Nathan is startled at his voice, which is surprisingly melodic.
"Oh, please sit down. Coffee?"
The man shakes his head.
"As far as I know, I’m not on a job right now. So just call me Marc."
With his hand, Nathan shows him to the chair in front of his desk. He sits down in the leather chair on the opposite side, and as he gets comfortable, he can still feel Marc’s hand shake. Nathan looks down at his palm, and there’s a little fresh blood showing in the cut from yesterday. He takes out his handkerchief and wipes the cut dry. Marc looks at him briefly before looking down at the desk. Nathan leans forward and lifts the paper knife.
"I had a small accident with this yesterday."
Nathan puts down the paper knife and looks at the fit, dark blonde man in front of him. Marc meets his eyes without hesitating.
Nathan feels some discomfort when he suddenly realizes that he doesn’t know who is watching who. He
"Well, the coffee is fresh. It can wait a while."
There’s a smile in her voice, and Nathan looks up at her, returning the smile. Petra sets down the thermos. He nods, and she picks up the used cup.
"Just leave it Petra. Go home, you deserve it."
Puzzled, she leaves the office. He can hear her packing up. Then he hears the door, and it’s quiet again. She moves in her usual pattern: Packing her bag, going to the toilet, switching off her computer, waiting for it to shut down.
Then he hears voices, and instinctively turns his wrist and looks at his watch.
"Much too soon."
"Nathan."
Petra is crossing the floor on her way to him. He looks at her and sees that she is holding a letter.
"This just came. It’s from Walter, Walter & Walter."
He looks at her with surprise.
"Well, well, I wonder what they want. I don’t think we have any cases where they’re represented."
Petra shakes her head. Nathan looks at the letter with curiosity.
"Maybe it’s a new case, Nathan. It could be great to have them on the other side."
"They’re good, Petra."
"So are we."
She laughs and holds out the letter as she walks the rest of the way. Nathan smiles and feels how instincts are stirring. He has always wanted to face them. They had been a thorn in his side for a long time. Stuart had used them too and that had always annoyed him. So if he had the chance, now that Stuart was no longer there to dampen things, he wouldn’t think twice. He didn’t owe Walter, Walter & Walter anything. It was a chance worth taking, even if he lost. But if he won, his name would be on everybody’s lips in lawyer circles.
"Mr. Jones is here."
Nathan is focused again, and he looks at her.
"How long has he been here?"
"Five or ten minutes. He wanted to wait because he’s early. He arrived together with the messenger delivering the letter.”
Nathan laughs.
"Just show him in."
The thought of taking on Walter, Walter & Walter suddenly makes him feel strong and full of life.
"Finally."
"But you only just got his number yesterday..."
Nathan is confused and looks at Petra. Then he shakes his head, dismissing her words.
"Walter, Walter & Walter, dear Petra."
They smile at each other.
"Show him in."
He hears Petra’s voice and gets up and stands with his back to the door, as if he’s looking at something in the garden. He breathes deeply a couple of times, then he hears her steps and he turns when he knows that she’s only a few feet away.
"Marc Jones."
Nathan nods.
"Now, get out of here. You’ve earned it."
She nods and smiles as she walks swiftly toward her office. He can see a figure in the door as Petra leaves. She has to slip herself around him as he is already entering the room.
"Oh, Marc Jones?"
Nathan’s voice is loud.
"Please, come in."
The agile figure moves across the floor with quick, firm steps, before taking Nathan’s outstretched hand.
"Should I call you Marc? I mean, is Jones a cover?"
Their eyes meet and they nod at each other.
"It’s not a cover."
Nathan is startled at his voice, which is surprisingly melodic.
"Oh, please sit down. Coffee?"
The man shakes his head.
"As far as I know, I’m not on a job right now. So just call me Marc."
With his hand, Nathan shows him to the chair in front of his desk. He sits down in the leather chair on the opposite side, and as he gets comfortable, he can still feel Marc’s hand shake. Nathan looks down at his palm, and there’s a little fresh blood showing in the cut from yesterday. He takes out his handkerchief and wipes the cut dry. Marc looks at him briefly before looking down at the desk. Nathan leans forward and lifts the paper knife.
"I had a small accident with this yesterday."
Nathan puts down the paper knife and looks at the fit, dark blonde man in front of him. Marc meets his eyes without hesitating.
Nathan feels some discomfort when he suddenly realizes that he doesn’t know who is watching who. He
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