Cal slouched all over the table in their communal work/reception area. He was practically horizontal, leaning his head on his elbow like that, boredly watching the interview footage the lawyer, Mr Gibson, had brought him to view. His eyes were hooded so low it looked as though he was asleep. Gillian was sitting up straight, paying attention, pen poised in hand to take notes, ever the good impression, ever the good girl. She watched Cal, willing him to sit up just a little bit and show interest. Was he missing the subtle shifts of Mr Gibson at the end of the table that suggested he was uncomfortable or unimpressed? They needed this account. Really needed it. Their entire future as business partners hinged on it. Why didn't he show more interest? Did he not care anymore? Couldn't he do it for her? And why was Gillian even thinking that way. This was his baby after all and she was merely... she didn't really know what she was doing. Alec was on her case all the time about the money they had invested that so far had not even a glimpse of a return. Alec was on her case about a lot of things at the moment. He just needed time to adjust and Gillian just needed time to prove to him that she could make it work; even make it worth their while. She just needed a bit of time and...

They didn't have any clients.

Cal suddenly jabbed a finger down on the remote in front of him, like he had done that a million times before and knew the exact location of the pause button even though it seemed he wasn't looking. The screen stilled, a squiggly line of static cutting across the top third; the video froze on the twenty inch box. "See here," he gestured vaguely towards the images with an open hand. "The intaviewa is leadin' your client. When he asks the question you can see his eyebrows go up and his lips turn." He pointed to the screen in certain places, knowing what he meant, figuring the lawyer probably wouldn't be able to tell. The video wasn't exactly the best format for demonstration. But that was what they could afford right now. Video was free when it came from Cal's den. Cal had stopped the footage as the 'smile' was fading. He'd print still pictures later, for the lawyer and anyone else who wanted proof.

Gillian was thinking she should get a pointer for Cal. Maybe a laser one. He'd like that. And a better video player; actual DVD, with a better screen; higher resolution. Sigh, if they had any money at all she had a massive list of things she would get for the new business. But, perhaps, better viewing equipment should be a priority. That would almost directly lead to more clients so therefore worth the cost. Furniture on the other hand, could wait a little bit longer. Two comfortable chairs were enough to sit on. They didn't need a couch straight away. Even though it would fill up the obviously empty space over there that they used as a 'waiting' area. Not that anyone ever waited because, they didn't have any clients. And one of them was always there to deal with whoever came in straight away.

"And that means?" Mr Gibson asked, unsure, his pen also poised to jot something down.

"He's encouragin' the ansa he wants to hear," Cal told him patiently. Gillian would be so proud. He didn't look to check though. "And your client is pickin' up on these subtle signals. Because he has a diminished mental age, he wants to please the cop so he gives the ansa he knows the cop wants to hear. Classic example of experimenta bias."

"What he means is," Gillian cut in. "The detective who interviewed your client lead him through the confession."

"So my client is innocent?"

"No," Cal jumped in again. "Not sayin' that. Just sayin' you can tear apart this footage in court."

Mr Gibson gave a pleased smile he tried to cover up and Cal turned his head to Gillian, who gave Cal a small one of her own. She had seen it too. "I gotta go," Cal got up suddenly. "I'll get the minion's on to this." They didn't have any minions but Gillian could sort out the details, get contracts signed, get the money. He wasn't interested in those kinds of things. Well he was, he wanted to make money so he could keep doing this, and other things but still... paperwork bored him. That's what Gillian was for. She liked to keep order. And Cal would go over the footage and prepare all of that side of things. Which was still boring, but also necessary at this point. Cal stood and Mr Gibson did the same. They shook hands enthusiastically and Cal headed to his office and closed the door. Within fifteen minutes Gillian was knocking. She opened the door and pressed her cheek against it as she stuck her head in the gap. She was smiling, making her eyes twinkle. "Went all right then?" Cal noted, spinning his chair to face her.

She nodded. "Very all right. Thank you."

"Should be thankin' yourself. You found him."

"And you played nicely," Gillian straightened up a little, sounding proud. Her long hair was pulled back from her face, making her look elfin. Cal swung his chair lightly and didn't respond. Just stared. "So you'll make a report?" Gillian went back to business. "I said we'd get it to him by the end of the week."

"Fine," Cal agreed. Like he had anything else to do.

"We should go out for a drink," Gillian blurted. Cal looked up at her neutrally, and then he noted she didn't come into his office. Was she waiting for an invitation? "To celebrate," she added, as if the suggestion needed it.

"Our first client?" Cal went further, wondering if there was something he was missing. Why did they need an excuse to go for a drink?

"Yes," Gillian tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her wedding ring was still shiny new. Cal looked away and Gillian took his sudden shift of focus to mean he wasn't interested. "And that you did really well today." And why did she feel the need to suck up to him? To stroke his ego. Cal gave her a slight grin of amusement. "Keep it up and we might get another client," Gillian surmised, getting a hold of herself again. "Then I might take you out for dinner."

Cal gave a smug grin. "If you find them luv, I'll charm them with the truth."

Gillian smiled in return. "If you're really good, I might even get you a minion."