Business Class

Chapter 3: A Modest Proposal

New Hamlet was a place where everyone who was anyone knew each other. That meant that there was not exactly anything that could be hid or kept as a secret as somebody always knew something. Hence why Mr.Roundhouse never tried to hide anything from anyone. If anyone asked he outright and told them that Artemis had Austim, Aspergers to be exact, but strange enough no one ever asked so he never had anyone to tell. So when a sweaty and now agitated Mr.Deville asked him mockingly if Artemis indeed was autistic, imagine his surprise when a cool and collected Mr.Roundhouse nodded.

"So you're saying she hid this disease from us when we hired her?" Mr.Deville asked in disgust, cause a once calm Mr.Roundhouse to twitch in fury.

"What the hell does he mean by disease?" "Mr.Roundhouse thought, questioning the truth behind Mr.Deville's education level.

"He could never have gotten a proper degree with that mindset" Mr.Roundhouse thought, hastily downing his cup of tequila.

"When Artemis applied here all of her analysis reports were sent here as well, you can ask both Mr.Baker, and Mrs.Raine, Artemis hid nothing from anyone, persons in true authority just chose to not broadcast someone else's private life Mr.Deville" Mr.Roundhouse told snarkily, causing Mr.Baker to break out in a fits of coughs as he tried to conceal his giggles.

"I understand the depth of the situation Mr.Roundhouse, however I doubt it is a situation we can help with, how can we carry one of our executive lawyers to court, he is a partner at the firm-".

"Mr. Baker I simply do not care if Mr.Cane was God himself, I want this situation dealt with, either you get me a lawyer that can sue him, or you fire him so that I can sue him, either way he will be sued, and as for you Mr.Deville, call autism a disease one more time and I will sue you for every couture boots you own, understood?" Mr.Roundhouse barked, his eyes piercing Mr.Deville with the pure hate and disgust.He was infused with anger and turmoil, so much so that the thought of Mr.Cane made his blood boil.

However that all came to a halt when he looked down at his phone and smirked at its content, Jonathan had already been given his office space and had just finished filing the case amps well as drafted the law suit. He was just waiting for Mr.Roundhouse to accompany him to Mr.Cane's office. He had to wrap this up in here.

"Y-yes Mr.Roundhouse," .

"I'm not sure if anyone would take the case Mr.Roundhouse, a situation of this nature is-".

"I know someone who will do it, I just need to be assured that once he does he won't be vilified during the process, nor will he have to work under Mr.Cane during that time,".

"I promise to give Ferdinand and Co twenty five percent of all earnings and I'll even reinvest ten percent in stocks, you won't miss the revenue from Mr.Cane neither the connections, I have someone I can promise you will double your earnings," Mr.Roundhouse laughed.

"Double our earning?".

"His win rate is ninety seven percent, He has never lost a case in his forth, not ever".

Mr.Baker sighed in defeat. There was no way he could help Mr.Cane out of this messy situation he had put himself in, and at this point there was no way he could do anything to stop it either. He stood at an intersection and couldn't decide where to go; his hands were tied.

"Who exactly is the person, are they new?" Mr.Baker asked hesitantly, wondering who in there mind would dare rebel against the firm's partner.

"I take it you have made your decision, very well then, thank you both for your time, please do enjoy the rest of your day," Mr.Roundhouse greeted, buttoning up his coat and existing Mr.Baker's office. With a small smirk he dialed Johnathan, his lawyers had already gave him the case minutes ago and were waiting on Mr.Roundhouse to officially sign off on it.

"When exactly where you going to tell me that you had stopping been a lawyer for like three years?" Mr.Roundhouse teased, stopping the elevator as a slim, blond haired woman approached him.

Prosecutor Angela Tucker?

"I expected you to do your research and find out sir, to deem me competent.....or incompetent" Johnathan joked on the other side of the phone.

"I do deem you competent, I deemed you competent when you dealt with that lawsuit all those years ago, back then you were such a naive boy-".

" I told you that was the past, plus we still won, you just didn't win as much, anyways, when will you be up, we have twenty minutes before Mr.Cane goes for lunch, ".

Eyeing a smiling Angela Tucker, Mr.Roundhouse nods in her directions as she stops out on the third floor.

"I suggest you go first, butter him up, then I'll come to attack, I'll be five minutes late," Mr.Roundhouse told, hanging up the phone and stalking towards Mrs.Tucker.

"Angela, its been ages since I last saw you, I've heard so many great things about you and your dear husband," Mr.Roundhouse laughed, greeting Mrs.Tucker with a smile, which he never did.

"It's um, good to see you too Mr.Roundhouse, I didn't even recognize it was you just now, is Artemis still working here, I've actually come to see my son we could introduce them for lunch together-"

"Yes she still works here, I actually came to see her, you said your son works here, how long now". Mr.Roundhouse questioned, guiding her in the opposite direction of Johnathan's office.

"The firm just emailed me that he passed and I just wanted to come congratulate him, I'm glad he finally decided to come back to law," Mrs.Tucker beamed which caused Mr.Roundhouse to frown. He didn't see anything wrong with Johnatan being a high school swim teacher if that made him happy. His pay was barely anything compared to that of a lawyer, but Mr.Roundhouse had saw his pictures of all the kids Jonathan had taught and all the competition they had won on social media. Johnathan looked his happiest there. However it wasn't his place to share that, so instead he guided her to the break room to make some tea.

"I heard from someone that the trainees are on some early lunchdate together with their executive head to get acquainted, they'd be back in a few minutes. I suggest you text him and let him know you're here so he doesn't miss you on his way back in,".

" What about you Mr.Roundhouse, where are you going? " Mrs.Tucker asks innocently, confused as to where he was going.

"Artemis always leaves for lunch at exactly 11, in the next twenty minutes she'll leave, I wanna catch her before she does, I'll catch up with you later Prosecutor,".

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