"Mr. Keeley I wont be able to do much if you don't co-operate," Damon Knightley's worn deep voice was gentle and reassuring. Knightley was many things, shrewd, manipulative and unrelentingly determined but what he was not, was a cold hearted jerk.
"Its alright Mr. Keeley, you can trust me. I am here to help you," Knightley continued stepping ahead and squatting in front of the young figure mirroring his posture. "Travis, hey are you hurt?" He put his arm on Travis's shoulder when the boy refused to acknowledge the elderly suit.
Travis looked up and suppressed a giggle at worry stricken elderly man, Knightley's face hardened at the boys inadequate measure of maintaining decency with him. He stood up and buttoned his suit, "I believe there is nothing we can do for each other, I'll be taking your leave now Mr. Keely." Knightley began to walk away in displeasure, when a certain tired voice stopped him in his step.
"Damon? I'll tell you if promise you wont tell them." Travis Keeley sounded serious, more than any other client he had represented.
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Kinetic
Science FictionDo you ever wake up to this feeling of falling over a cliff? Feeling the contents of your insides floating up against your chest, trying to force themselves out of the sink hole of your mouth? Have you ever experienced this sudden loss of dream memo...
