(AN: I need to fix the previous times. It seems rather late to be holding a trial. My mistake.)
Date: February 4th, 12:15 P.M.
Location: Tres Bien
It had been a while since Phoenix had sampled a cup of coffee. The bitter flavors brewed by Godot might as well have cut out his tongue, for how well his taste buds worked later. But the mellow mix of chocolate and the dark notes of the coffee came together well. "Wow Viola, this is...exceptional! I thought the coffee here was always bad." She gave that cackle again; it sent shivers down Nick's spine but he couldn't help but be intrigued by it. "Simple...Mr...Armstrong had used...too dark of a roast. Overpowering...hee." She looked casually off to the side.
Nick sipped the coffee again, savoring it. It was a step up above hot chocolate even; more refined than sweet. The javachino could easily have converted him to the ranks of Godot in coffee guzzling. If only Godot hadn't been badgering him with that "Trite" nickname... "You have something on your mind, don't you?" Nick stated bluntly. Viola gave another cackle of sorts. "Good guess...got...proof?" Nick nodded. "Geez, I'm a lawyer and you people always call me...well, take that!" he slid a piece of paper at her. "Hm? My...grandfather's bill of...health?" She looked at it almost idly-- but Wright knew what she was thinking.
"He's...getting worse by the day Violetta. The money for the trial isn't high, but most of his funding will be seized for his bills and whatever stolen money will be returned to the rightful owners." Nick sighed. "And yes, his house will be searched and seized as well. You're going to be homeless...you're turning to me again aren't you?" Viola closed her eyes. "Yes...I hate to be... a burden." He sighed. "I can't leave you twisting in the dark. You were betrayed and abandoned to take the fall from the man who has hurt you so many times. El Tigre," he muttered, grimacing. "He took Glen out, almost ruined my reputation, hurt Maggie Byrde and set her up to fall, leaving Gumshoe to hurt someone he cares about...he deserves no sympathy."
He sighed, looking down at the cup of coffee. "You were just born into a circumstance with both the positive of being rich and powerful, but the negative of being feared. Nobody respected you, just the men behind you." Nick extended his hand. "I can offer you a small job and housing at Wright and Co. Maya is fine, but I could use another assistant...or maybe a cook? Seems like you can cook." Nick was partly dreading this; Pearls wouldn't take an immediate liking to the cackles and Maya would be partly annoyed to have another mouth to feed, even if she could cook... But if he didn't, he might as well have become a prosecutor.
I became a Defense Attorney to help friends and those in need. While I didn't cause all this, I can't help but feel that I'm kind of obligated to help.
Thinking on this, he hardly registered that she had daintily grasped his hand and shook. "Huh? Oh. Oops." Giving a sheepish grin, he gripped lightly and shook back. "Lost my train of thought. Welcome...to Wright and Co."
As he said this, Nick didn't know what he was getting himself into.