Dreamire: The First Evil (PART-1) [COMPLETED]

Ch-1: The Beginning.

It was just as any other day for Walter Houser. He had woken up just a couple of minutes prior to work and rushed off the house in a hurry. He picked up his latte and a usual croissant downtown and rushed off in a taxi to the firm where he worked. He worked in a high class lawyer firm called Boug and Layle. It was pretty much the best lawyer firm in the city of Los Angeles. It was an enormous 33 storied building with great artifacts and paintings on several of the walls.

Walter Houser was a 29 year old orphan living at 1623 Westwood South. He had a short trimmed beard and black long hair. He had brown eyes and was fairly handsome. Walter never knew his birth parents; he had been shifting from one foster care to another all his adolescence. He has had almost six to seven homes but none where he could find a family. The first parents that adopted Walter were The Housers. Mr. and Mrs. Houser had an unfortunate car accident when Walter was just but three. He has had a very rough up bringing since his childhood to his teen age. The day he turned 18, he left the foster care and started early jobs to pay the rent for his living. He has been in the house at 1623rd since. He was a young bright man with an excellent mind for the corporative world. He had been an admirable associate to the firm for almost two years now. Walter was bashful and a bit shy kind of a guy who did not participate in any social gatherings nor had many friends. He was very brilliant on interactions and always considered all human beings equal; be they poor, rich, black, brown, religion, no religion or anything. For him all were peers.

"Late again Mr. Houser?" asked a janitor as Walter was rushing to his cubicle.

"Yeah Arnold…one of those days again" said Walter with a floating smile.

"Third time this week Mr. Houser. Hurry back before any of the senior partners find out you are late."

"Yeah...thanks" said Walter rushing.

Walter was not only a great idealist and an intelligent associate but was quite the humanitarian. He remembered every one's names from the Managing partner's to every janitor in the building. Everyone loved him in the firm. It was really hard not to.

"Hey man!" greeted Jack.

"Yo! How much time?" asked Walter.

"19 minutes. That is improving! The other day you showed up 27 minutes late. That's something, right?"

"Well…if you say so" said Walter with an eyebrow itched and making a sarcastic face.

"Check your e-mail, Layle sends the clients list today."

"Alright" said Walter opening up his computer.

Jack Crowe was an Irish in his mid twenties. He had blonde hair and freckles on his face with a very shadowy mustache trying. He was Walter's only friend in the office. They've known each other for the past 22 months. Both are the associates in the firm Boug and Layle. Bernard Boug and Francis Layle were the managing partners of the firm. Layle had piercing green colored eyes with a short hair and clean shaved chin. Boug had crystal blue eyes with long hair and scars all over his face. Boug was always rude, arrogant and not very friendly with everyone, however, Layle seemed to think that he has a very clean and good heart. Layle was a Boss you would look up to. He was easy to talk and a much energized motivator.

The clock stuck noon.

"Hey Walter, come grab lunch with me, yeah?" asked Jack as he slowly rose from his cubicle.

"Its lunch already?" asked an astonished Walter.

"Yeah. You've been busy, I see?"

"Well...yeah a bit. Go on I'm right behind you."

"Okay" said Jack as he moved forward and left for the canteen.

Meanwhile, one of the senior partners visited the other.