"We will sue," Reverend Little declared.
"Oh, I look forward to the hours I will bill to you," Graham smiled widely.
Celeste signed documents, received packets, received verbal instructions; her head was swimming by the time she stood to leave Conference Room A. At the last moment, she did ask about retaining Graham Ubelhauser as her personal attorney. The man smiled and had her sit once more.
"Don't worry; it's just a few more forms," he assured the young client. "I know, I know, you're getting writer's cramp from all the signing and initialing, but..."
Stepping into the lobby, Celeste saw that the young receptionist was no longer at her post. She shrugged; it was nearly six o'clock in the evening; the young woman was probably off. Stepping outside, she saw the receptionist standing,
