in my heart i felt the morning stirring of the Firm; roused from bed, tubes disc
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Date: November 28th, 2017 7:16 AM Author: violent soul-stirring generalized bond stage
disconnected. I am up and swallowing my nutrition capsules when the stillness of the morning is shook by the claxon on the wall, and, nearly simultaneously, a partner's voice on the intercom.
"Discovery requests incoming! Billing stations!"
No time to get my knee pads on. I'm out of my pod door and down the firepole in an instant. There's litigating to do.
By god, there's litigating to do!
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Date: November 28th, 2017 7:50 AM Author: fishy wonderful place of business trust fund
I saw this vision of myself and then another: the Cathedral of Chartres, March 1365, the Annunciation, kneeling upon the blood velvet hassock at the transept, the congregation looking on, yellow petals of early Spanish Broom raining down in mystery from the high vaulted ceiling, the majesty of Charles V before me--he, bending down, placing the sword upon my shoulder, whispering into my armored ear, "the Law is always with you."
And another: the warren docks of Chemen V, early morning, purple atmospheric haze filtering through the mediated light of the two dying suns in her sky, the Bay of Idris before us, its wide expanse a canvass upon which repulsorships laden with cargo from a thousand worlds paint their lumbering paths, slowly spiraling down the gravity well toward the Vantage Gate. I open the nearest crate: mountains of Chemerinsky's treatise, 178th Edition, ready for dispatch across the sector.
All these things, and more, flashed before my eyes as the first tendril of the Plaintiffs' attorney pierced the hardened shell of my abdomen and began to probe. I felt a white hot singe of pain. I thought of the Firm.
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