He studies his reflection in the mirror and is pleased with what he sees.
All buttoned up, tie knotted and straight, good suit cut well, moustache neatly trimmed, nails short and discreetly manicured. All is in place, all in order; the facade perfect. You think you can hide behind good grooming and fine tailoring? He tries to ignore the small voice that nags him from the back of his mind, the voice that is ever quick to condemn, to accuse, to highlight his hypocrisy. Yes, the suit is camouflage; he needs it to blend his black face in among the white world of the law. Race is not the only thing you're trying to disguise, is it? The suit is his uniform, but is also a symbol of his status, his success. He could now afford handmade shirts, silk ties and bespoke tailoring. You just love the way the fine fabrics slide on your skin, the way the jacket emphasises broad shoulders and narrow waist, the way the pants mold and cling to your ass... He briefly shuts his eyes as he closes his mind, lets out a deep sigh to expel any lingering thoughts of sensuality, and mask now firmly back in place, heads off to work.
He likes the DA, Ms Lewin, preferring her more liberal and academic approach to the stern and unforgiving manner of her predecessor, Adam Schiff. He'd liked Adam's stricter adherence to the law but always felt his sharp eyes were ever watchful for signs of weakness. Ms Lewin was equally strict when it came to matters of the law but he felt she was less judgemental, probably having faced as much prejudice as him. Do you really think she would be any more sympathetic if she found out? He tries to ignore the voice and concentrate on what the DA is telling him.
"With Mulrooney's departure, I'm shuffling around the Trial Division. I've been impressed by your recent trials, Ron, so I want you to lead on the work coming from the Major Case Squad..."
Major Case! This was, indeed, a feather in his cap. Deakins ran a tight ship over there, and the cases were high profile. Years of careful composure prevented any display of jubilation, and he thanks Ms Lewin in his customary mannered style, paying no heed to the whispering inner voice. Major Case? Major scrutiny, more like. Better keep all buttoned-down...