Gemotions

The lawyer, Ms. Davies, was the type who kept her desk spotless. She spent five minutes each morning arranging her pens, paper clips, and blotter. Today, a man practically threw a book at her. He talked rapidly, his voice thick with frustration. A biography, unauthorized. A complete breach of trust.

Ms. Davies listened. She didn’t interrupt. She simply straightened the corner of a document on her desk, bringing it in line with the others. She then picked up a pen and started outlining the points. She knew what needed to be done. It would take time, the legal process always did. She was not worried. She was not afraid. She tapped the pen on the document, a steady rhythm against the silence.