Justin stood close to the large glass wall that looked out over central park from 57 stories above ground. It was a spectacular view. He tugged on his expensive finely made silk shirt under his Brook Brotherís suite. The room was huge with only a large custom made modern glass table and eight leather white chairs all around it. It was all about reflection and space. In New York City space was a sign of wealth. Reflection was all illusion. This room with the vast open view and the strake furnishing screamed New York City wealth and deceitful expression. It should. It was the conference room of one of the largest law firms in the city, Kirkland, Ellis, and Stent.
Justin was early. He wanted time to just look out over the city and ready himself. The young lawyer had planed things out over and over just waiting for this meeting. In the lower pool of hundreds of 30 something aged lawyers Justin had managed to push his way up. Not so much by hard works as planned work. Planning and judging how others would react and respond.
With a light brush over his smoothly shaved face and exactly trimmed hair he thought about the senior lawyer on this job. Mr. Samuel Connelly was old and set in his ways. His weakness being easy to see and manipulate; time and convince. That why he was in the will and testimony department. He was just biding his time until he could sit in his condo outside of Miami. Justin had spent the last eight months getting close to the man. Who would have guessed crossword puzzles and sweet rolls would get him so far? Who would have guessed Justinís red hair and Irish looks would make a culture connection.
With Elise it had taken more but had been much more fun. The hardest and expensive part was getting to meet her and making her notice him. He realized her potential while trying to find a way to get into her fatherís account, one of the biggest in the law firm. Elise was perfect. He tried the clubs but could hardly get near her. He spend way too much time plotting and figuring where she would go only to sit in some way over priced loud party scene affording nothing but water. He still could not get over the fact they charged over ten dollars for a glass of ice water, tiny one at that.
But Justin was a planner and he spent hours figuring out her likes, schedule and putting himself there whenever he could. He knew it would happen, and it did. One day while trailing her that small little rat dog thing jumped out of her bag and Justin saved it. Yes, he couldnít have planned better as he picked the thing up off the road right in front of a city bus. A hero. Justin grinned as he remembered and looked out the window.
From there it had been easy. Just enough attention, not too strong, just the right dates and presents, just the right support and longing, and Justin was right where he wanted to be; Elise Gemma Savoir, lawyer and lover at the reading of her fatherís will.
The only unplanned part was that as hard as Justin tired he could not get a copy before this meeting. He would have liked to know all the details. The wife was secured in legal piles to maintain in some high priced rehab center upstate. There were so many easy loopholes in those documents Justin was sure in a matter of years she would not be a problem. But he couldnít get a good read on Eliseís feeling for her mother. Sometimes she would cry about the plight of the poor woman and then she would forget about her for weeks. It wasnít like she visited.
At the last minute Justin had sifted through the outgoing mail schedule and approved visitor list to the firms meeting rooms to find someone scheduled that didnít match. There was a possibility someone else was attending this reading. Still, Justin had plans.
He shifted to catch the late afternoon fall sun as it warmed the room slightly. Elise did not do anything before 2 pm. He purposely kept his face toward the Manhattan side of the city. Justin never looked toward the north side and the ruins he climb out of. Justin clawed his way from bruised painful abused poverty childhood to stand ready for what he deserved. He didnít rise from his past he eliminated it. With deep scares he ignored and spent years covering, he never accepted his past. Never.
Justin had planned it that way.