Massachusetts, Boston, the office of Robert Molley, partner at the white-shoe law firm Hale and Dorr.
Robert, the highly-paid lawyer employed by Lotus Corporation, sat in his crisply tailored suit, swiveling his chair to turn away from the scenic view through the floor-to-ceiling windows and back to his desk. He picked up the folder that had been prepared earlier and tossed it across to the unremarkable-looking, placid-faced middle-aged man sitting opposite him, "Leonard, this is the court's order granting permission for evidence collection in this case."
The middle-aged man ran his hand over the stubble on his chin, took the document without a glance, and slipped it straight into the briefcase he carried with him.
He didn't need to scrutinize what was written on those papers; all he needed was to listen clearly to what his partner and financier on the opposite side, Robert, instructed him to do.
