Duncan Jones did not walk: he swaggered. This was one of the first things the fresh-faced lawyer, Courtney Satella noticed about her newest client as he entered her small but tidy office in the Willoughby and Wolfhart building in the core of the city. Her boss took care to mention for her not to take anything this particular client said to heart; he had quite a reputation among some of the other firms and this time he accepted his police department provided lawyer without a fight.
"Mr. Jones," Courtney began as she stood to greet her client with an extended hand. Her neat business suit was certainly a contrast to his dingy black tee shirt and jeans and she resisted the urge to use hand sanitizer after his warm hand met her own with a remark about just how lovely she looked in her pencil skirt.
"Please, take a seat. My name is Courtney Satella, and I will be representing you. It seems that you have quite the amount of experience with the legal system, not unlike myself." She added with a sniff as she took her seat behind the desk and turned her attention to the thick file in front of her.
Duncan took his time, taking a lap around the office taking care to run a finger along the spines of the leather books so neatly lined up on the bookshelf before obeying her request to sit in the chair across from his new representative. As he watched her looking over his file, he couldn't help but feel a familiar twinge in his gut. It had taken a moment, but he recognized her now. Sure, she had changed a bit: gotten older, grew her hair out, went to law school… but she still had the same expressions, mannerisms, annoying voice, and lovely curves. Without a doubt, he knew this was the same Courtney Satella he had met on a reality show, the same Courtney Satella he had fallen head over heels for, and the same Courtney Satella he never thought he would see again after he left that god forsaken island.
