A/N: These next two go out to my favorite Spanish reader, ZardX, who reqeusted a fairly specific prompt starring Marvin Grossberg! Hope you like 'em Zard!
Marvin Grossberg finished packing away the last of his things into boxes and took a moment to look around his surroundings. The soon-to-be former Grossberg law offices were left bare. Every picture removed from the wall, leaving a box in the dust that surrounded it. Every piece of furniture moved from its place and waiting off to the side to be removed from the building.
This has been a long time coming. Marvin thought to himself. Aside from the fact that I have had so few clients in the last year, I should have realized that an old fool like myself had no right to continue wearing this badge after the sins I have committed. It's time to let the new generation take over.
He glanced down at his watch to check the time. Only 11:35. "Hm, it seems I got a bit ahead of myself. The moving truck won't be here until three."
As the rotund man thought about what he could do to kill time, there was a knock at the office door. "Hm? Why whoever could that be? I was certain I put the closed sign up." Grossberg made his way to the door and pulled it open. "I'm terribly sorry, but if you're seeking legal counsel, I'm afraid you'll have to look elsewhere. The Grossberg Law Offices are closing."
"Oh, t-that's quite alright sir!" Exclaimed a rather squeaky voice. "I'm not here for a lawyer. I'm here to deliver a letter!"
Grossberg eyed the young man at his door. He was indeed dressed in a postman's uniform, but it was the man's face that warranted the lawyer's attention. The man had a hard face to describe, however the words 'meek' and 'excitable' came to mind.
The eccentric looking man held a letter out to Marvin. "A letter for you, sir!" He cried as he flashed a salute.
Marvin took the letter and examined it, his face registering shock at the name on the front. "Phoenix Wright!? Why ever would this man wish to contact me after all this time."
"I don't know the answer to that, sir! I'm simply doing my job as a postman!" The young man saluted again. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've many more letters to deliver, sir!' With that, the man shambled off, seemingly stumbling over his own feet as he made his way down the hall.
Marvin closed the door behind him and grabbed a letter opener, tearing into the envelope and pulling a letter out.
"Marvin Grossberg, you are invited to the Grossberg Law Offices reunion?!" The plump man read aloud. He read on further. "To be held today at People Park at noon. We request your presence as the guest of honor!?" Oh, I've a bad feeling in my hemorrhoids.