Rawls got up from his luxurious bed and yawned several times. Last night he finally fell asleep amidst the protests of the Five Zang Temple. Although he fell asleep, the quality of his sleep was not very good. At seven o'clock he fell asleep again.
Wake up by your body's biological clock.
Just after stretching, Rawls realized that he might not be able to eat in the morning again. He was the only one in this 7,000-pound garden villa. There was no cook or servant to prepare breakfast for him, and there was nothing to eat at home.
of.
At this time in the past, Locke Grant, the trainee lawyer who followed him, had already come to pick him up in the firm's carriage, and when Rawls arrived at the firm, Locke would buy breakfast for him.
But Rawls had already let Locke rest for a week yesterday, and he hired a carriage to come back, so no one would come to pick him up and go to the office today.
And here is a gathering place for wealthy people. Every family has their own carriage. No public carriage will pass here. The nearest carriage hire point is two streets away on Civilas Street.
Rawls waited at home until half past seven, but did not see Locke coming to pick him up in the firm's carriage. It seemed that Mr. Grant faithfully implemented the advice he gave him. Rawls sighed and began to change his nightgown.
Prepare to walk to West Vilas Street and start thinking about whether to change to a trainee lawyer.
After putting on a knee-length black trench coat and a black soft felt hat, Rawls gave up the plan of replacing Locke and decided to wait for Locke's internship period to find someone smarter.
But when the time comes, it’s not certain whether I will have time! It seems that I will discuss matters related to the office with Uncle Robert later, and I will definitely not be able to take care of it in the future. Uncle Robert is also older.
Bird Mustang's potion survived the disaster, but he really shouldn't work too hard.
If you haven't adjusted after a week, you should consider asking Locke to change to a barrister to follow him, and let him know that not all barristers are as kind as him. Some middle-class families even
If you win the lawsuit, you may return to the lower-middle class after paying the lawyer's money.
Locke Grant is twenty-four years old this year, two years older than Rawls. He is one of the few lawyers from the Middle Temple with a peasant background.
Barristers with this kind of background tend to go to two extremes: one is overly sympathetic to workers, farmers and other low-income groups and helps them defend themselves for free; the other is to squeeze every drop of money out of clients, especially those in the middle and lower classes.
Both of these are not welcomed by Backlund's law firm, but if you have to choose one, the latter will naturally be more popular.
Locke did not originally belong to either of these situations. Although his father was a farmer, thanks to the Corn Act, he had enough funds to support Locke's daily studies.
The "Corn Act" was about to be repealed, and it was foreseeable that the situation of the Grant family would become very bad. Fortunately, Locke had graduated from the bar school and entered the internship stage, otherwise dropping out would be his only option.
Because of Rawls's "misguidance" in the past half month, Locke has obviously tilted towards the first situation. That's why Rawls pointed out his problem so unceremoniously yesterday. He now has no capital to learn from Rawls.
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Choosing a black cane inlaid with silver, Rawls walked out of his residence at 45 Gatton Street in the West End.
Today's weather is not bad. The sun rarely peeks out, dispelling the coldness of the past. Backlund's weather has never been very good, and the pollution is serious, so there are very few days where the sun can be seen.
"Mr. Adrian?"
A somewhat hoarse female voice with a hint of surprise came to Rawls's ears.
Rawls turned around and saw a lady wearing a light blue dress and a gauze hat inlaid with a purple ribbon. She was his neighbor across the street, Mrs. Curtis of No. 46 Gatton Street.
Rawls took off his hat and saluted:
"Good morning, madam, you are still so beautiful."
"Good morning, Mr. Adrian."
Mrs. Curtis returned the salute and asked doubtfully: "Isn't there anyone to take you to the office today?"
Rawls opened his mouth and gave a wry smile:
"Yes, ma'am."
"I remember that the young man who picked you up recently was named Rock Grant, right? He was quite polite. Did something happen?"
"I asked Mr. Grant to go back and rest for a while, but I forgot to notify the coachman of the office."
Mrs. Curtis covered her mouth and chuckled:
"Rolls, this is your problem."
"Yes, ma'am." Rawls readily admitted his mistake, completely forgetting that he just wanted to blame Locke.
"Are you going to the law office now? I still have a spare carriage at home. You can take this one there first."
Rawls took off his hat again and expressed his gratitude:
"Thank you very much, generous Mrs. Curtis, I don't have to go to the office today."
"Oh? Our busy man, Mr. Adrian, actually doesn't go to the office one day? It's really rarer than the sun today!"
Mrs. Curtis's family has been neighbors of Adrian's family for almost ten years, and they know Rawls very well. Since Rawls took over the office, except for the New Year holiday, they go to the office every day, and sometimes even stay for a long time.
There. If Mrs. Curtis hadn't seen Rawls occasionally, she would have thought that Rawls had moved away.
Rawls shrugged:
"After being busy for such a long time, I always have to take a vacation for myself."
"Then how long will our busy man take for himself? Do you have time to participate in the art salon I hold?"
Although Mrs. Curtis is from Loen, she has lived in Trier, the capital of Intis, since she was a child. The humanities and art there are developed and it is a holy land for painters, musicians, and novelists.
After the long-educated Mrs. Curtis came to Backlund, she often held art salons at her home. Many ladies and ladies from wealthy families in the West End would attend. During the Backlund social season, even the aristocratic ladies and ladies from Queens occasionally attended.
Will join in.
Rawls smiled and refused: "Thank you for the invitation. I have other things to deal with recently, so I won't go to the office for the time being."
After chatting with Mrs. Curtis for a few more words, Rawls said goodbye politely. If he didn't say goodbye, Mrs. Curtis could hear the whine in his belly.
When he arrived at Silveras Street, Rawls hired a carriage and asked the carriage driver to go to the nearest restaurant. He wanted to treat his five internal organs.