Legal Regal
Frankie prided herself in hospitality and her willingness to work in cases that equated to little to nothing. Sure, she didn’t have access to her parent’s consitently growing funds anymore, but they’d put away money for her entire life. When she was eighteen, it was all hers. And by the time she was twenty she removed her parents from her account all together, despite them still paying for almost everything and each semester they deposited money into her account. They took good care of her, she’d be lying if she said the didn’t… at least, when they thought she was going to take the path they wanted.
“Of course, I’m almost positive we have some apple danishes.” She nodded. “I’ll be back in a few moments- take your time.” She headed off, leaving the young woman in the office to read over the contracts. A page in there for Jacs to keep also included pricing so she would know before signing. It was all laid out and Frankie made her way to the small kitchen that was laid out with a coffee maker and pastries of all sorts. In fact, in the fridge there were a few sandwiches from the bakery that they ordered from. Frankie set one of those to warm in the microwave while she poured two cups of coffee - one in a to go cup so Jacs wouldn’t feel obligated to stay after she was finished. She grabbed a plate and neatly set the sandwich and apple danish on it before deciding on a croissant for herself. She greeted a fellow lawyer who was there to kill time- both of them had the same practice of allowing clients to read in private. So the chatted shortly, while allowing their clients time. Eventually though, she carried the goodies back to her office, the door being opened by her fellow lawyer. (Who tried to help but knew not to argue with Frankie when she turned him down- she was a stubborn do it yourself kind of woman. He knew that.) “We had some sandwiches as well, if you like bacon egg and cheese…” She set the plate with the sandwich and apple danish on it next to Jacs and rounded the desk to her own side, coffee and croissant coming to rest in front of her.
“Thank you, Frankie,” Jac smiled, thankful for the lawyer’s services. She would have called her Miss Lockhart, but that seemed stuffy and impersonal. Maybe if she was older, and wiser about business affairs, it wouldn’t feel foreign to use proper titles. The dancer sighed softly after the lawyer left on a refreshments hunt and nervously clicked the pen a few times as she read and re-read the first two lines a couple of times. With a deep breath, she was able to focus on the print. She fidgeted a bit in her chair and tapped the pen against her knee as her foot swung in the air slowly. “Alrighty then,” she mumbled. “I kind of get that...” she bit her lip and nodded her head in agreement to a thought: she could never be a lawyer. A smile crossed her face as she picture the expression of her collaborator as he learned that he was now at risk of going to trial.
Jacque reached the signature line as Frankie rejoined her. She looked up as the other crossed over to her seat and smiled a little. “I love them-” She sniffed the air and grinned at the sandwich, reminding her of a bakery she went to the first week she arrived to town, but forgot to rediscover after gaining a functional kitchen. “I’m always running late so I never have time to stop for breakfast. Always granola bar and fruit city. I should invest in one of those alarm clock that have wheels on them,” she laughed. “But um... right.” She smiled a little and drew out her signature next to the penned date she filled in beforehand. “There we go. And there’s a copy for me to keep, yeah?”
