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MR. GOVERNOR.
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“Now you’re just an old man’s flatterer.” Not that Julian’s complaining — what with the smile that accompanies it, it’s underlying ease with the usual serious stance. A man’s to have both, if he’s to succeed — a politician, ever more so.
As for observance, it’s a pride that lingers as close to Julian’s heart as his legacy does; a milestone in his career, knowing not only himself, but others. Overexposure comes in bouts and holds its benefits, tiny rewards for life-long servitude.
“Your face,” he nods, “your suit, your… hands. There’s a way lawyers carry themselves — I can’t explain it. Shoulders high, but head low; the way they speak, too. More subtle when you’re off duty, but it all comes alive in court. It’s quite magical to see.” A well-built defense, their very own version of a speech. “I believe, perhaps, I have been around too many in my time — and it stays with you. Just as I’m sure you could spot a politician from a mile away. Or a criminal, depending on your field.” Julian cocks his head to the side then, the liquid swirling inside his glass following the same pattern, as though both he and his liquor stop to ponder on the matter. “Or both.” Isn’t that the catch? It takes one to know one. “Unfortunately, those two terms tend to cross more often than we’d like them to.”
In his palm, the bourbon is inviting, so Julian sips on it one more time before trying for a guess: “Civil? No— civil is too poised. Civil would never humor me as you have.” For a second longer, then, Julian simply stares at his companion and thinks, and thinks, and thinks. “…Alright. Damn my ego, I suppose I can accept defeat.”
“I like to believe I’m not a flatterer and more of an honest man,” He winked, though he felt like he was anything but honest at times.
As the Governor goes on, he displays a smirk on his face. The fact that he can read him like an open book, he feels honored though he hopes that’s not the case when it comes to arguing in court. Anthony knew he had to be as emotionless as possible in the court room. Any sense of showing emotion blew his chances of winning. “I hope that’s not a bad thing. I know people tend to say that lawyers are sharks.” He figured he was a shark as well, biting off anyone that came too close towards him. “Politicians are easy to spot, even more so than criminals. You all carry yourself a certain way as well.” Like they were always having to be on, it must be existing.
“Correct, I’m not anything to do with civil. I’m a criminal defense attorney.” He had plenty of cards with him but he didn’t want to offend the man by offering him one. Then again, he could be used for any legal advice. “I have a card if you’d like.”










