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Post by Eliot Quinn on Aug 17, 2015 22:58:06 GMT
Eliot Quinn sat in the cushy corner office of Hunter, Quinn & Tyler with his feet up on his desk as a paralegal briefed him on some information he'd asked for. Instead of actually listening to her, he spent a great deal of time eying her from toe to toe until she finally noticed and had the decency to look flustered. "Right, well, leave the file with me and I'll give it another look later," he nodded holding his hand out for the folder. She handed it to him and stood there for a moment before he realized she was still there. "Go now," he instructed her bluntly, grinning when she scurried out of the room.
He scrolled through his emails for a moment before, feeling bored, he reached into his top desk drawer for the handball he kept in there and began bouncing it against the wall to his left, the wall that separated his office from Adam Tyler's. This was his tell-tale, and obnoxious way of getting his former law school classmate's attention.
He waited for a few minutes and then, realizing that Adam was insisting on being a good worker despite the late hour, he huffed and stood up and walked out of his office and one door over. Leaning in the doorway, he smirked. "So I was meeting with that oil company this morning, making sure that they're set to buy the new ships they've been looking into and that their liabilities are completely covered given that, you know, they're buying old pieces of shit to save money and eventually the EPA and every hippy this side of the globe is going to be up their asses when they cause the next Gulf spill," he waved it off. "And that hot little aide they've got starts playing footsie with me under the table while I'm briefing them. Naturally, because I'm a professional, I continued on, but before she left she told me that she and a bunch of her old sorority sisters are going out tonight. And I said to her 'Aren't you engaged to one of the partners?'"
"And guess what she says back?" Eliot grinned, tossing the ball up in the air to catch it. "She says: 'What he doesn't know won't hurt him.' I swear, I can't wait to write his pre-nup for him in a few months. What do you say, want to go buy 'em a round with me?"
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Post by Adam Tyler on Aug 17, 2015 23:11:00 GMT
It was the thunk of the ball against the wall that first made him clench his jaw. Looking at the clock on his desk, he sighed. This was normally the time that Eliot started getting antsy - or at least antsy enough to lean against Adam's doorway. Long before law school he had made his decision to put the past in the past and move on with his life, choosing to become a better person than he had formerly been. It was that decision that led him to connecting with his uncle and his uncle's law firm, and eventually it was his uncle who encouraged him to go to law school. He related a lot to Eliot Quinn in the way that he knew that if they had met earlier in life, things would have been much different than they are now.
Something about their families connections through the law firm and their familiarity with each other through law school had somehow made Adam see the other man as more of a friend than a nuisance. Looking up from his computer screen he smiled and shook his head. "And risk the witch hunt when her fiance catches on? Nah, I think I might want to sit this one out."
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Post by Eliot Quinn on Aug 17, 2015 23:23:01 GMT
Eliot sighed, walking further into Adam's office and dropping into the chair opposite him. "I'm sure some of her friends are single, Adam. And in all honesty, I'm worried about you. Listen, I've talked to my father, we both think you're well on your way to being made partner years before most other associates would even dare to dream of it. But you know what they say about all work and no play," he pointed out, tossing the ball up in the air as he spoke. "I just think it wouldn't kill you to come out and have a few drinks, bring a girl home."
"And also, might I add that when you work this much harder than me you make it seem like I only got the corner office because my dad's partner,' he chuckled. "You don't have to come out tonight, but think about it next time I ask. You okay otherwise?"
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Post by Adam Tyler on Aug 17, 2015 23:41:05 GMT
Adam rolled his eyes, "I'm hardly all work and no play." And while that had probably been true at some point, he was having a hard time remembering the last time that he had gone out, even just for an after work drink with some co-workers. That's not to say that he hadn't - it was just difficult to remember. So maybe Eliot had a point, maybe it wouldn't have killed him to have a couple of drinks and it probably would have been good for him to consider meeting a girl. That he could pinpoint - and that timeline had a tendency to depress him.
"Didn't you only get that office because your dad's partner?" He teased. He leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on the corner of the desk. "Yeah - I'm good. Why?"
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Post by Eliot Quinn on Aug 18, 2015 0:13:01 GMT
Eliot liked Adam, not just because Adam's uncle and his father were partners, but because he'd been a decent friend to him during law school, when studying for the bar had nearly driven their entire group to the brink. He'd heard different stories about the kind of guy Adam had been in high school before Eliot met him, and it had taken some Googling for him to actually believe it. Eliot had hoped at some point over the years, that version of his friend and co-worker would come out, but instead he seemed to have turned over a new leaf, which Eliot wasn't fond of. "All right, if you say so. I won't twist your arm. But you have to think about it next time."
He grinned at Adam. "Of course I only got the office for that reason, but we can't ever let anyone know that. It's nepotism." He smiled before checking his phone for messages. "Garrett's in D.C. on business, you guys are fucking killing me with all of this work you're doing. I need better wing men," he joked.
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Post by Adam Tyler on Aug 18, 2015 0:23:33 GMT
"Or," Adam looked at his friend, "You could try this thing where you get some work done in the office instead?"
He knew that Eliot wasn't a bad lawyer, nor did he avoid his work quite as much as Adam would have liked to believe. He had seen the other man in action on several occasions over the course of the years and his ruthlessness had always been both surprising and effective. It wasn't necessarily that Adam had hoped to take a page from the Eliot Quinn school of law, but he had to hand it to him for being able to handle a stressful career and a busy nightlife. "Or just call up a new victim. I'm sure there's plenty of people in New York that still haven't learned their lesson about tagging along."
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Post by Eliot Quinn on Aug 18, 2015 0:54:12 GMT
"I could do some work, or I could go make sure that one of our clients is as comfortable as she possibly can be tonight," he grinned. "But I'll probably give Finn a call," he announced with a shrug, tossing his shoulder up. "I heard the gossip columns are tying him to some new girl. I wonder how long this engagement'll last. I'd tell him not to bother, but he doesn't retain me for personal counsel." Standing up, he offered Adam a smile. "Adam, next time you should come out. It'd be good for you - to remember what the world looks like outside of this goddamn office. I promise I'll show you a good time, or find a woman up to the task in exchange for a good martini."
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Post by Adam Tyler on Aug 18, 2015 1:10:22 GMT
He couldn't help but frown at the sound of Brandon Finn's name. Some days it seemed like a lifetime had passed since Amber Jacobs had used him against Finn as a way to make him jealous or to torment him in some other way, but old wounds never seemed to completely heal. It probably shouldn't have mattered, and quite frankly he had no control over anyone's life outside of the office, but he didn't care to hear that Finn was making his way into his own social circle. As much as he was sometimes surprised to find Eliot there already anyway. "Next time," he agreed.
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