18 Merger 1 (2/2)

These were the last names of the current Managing Partners and most powerful people in the firm. Unlike the name of other corporations, the name of a law firm was fluid and changed with each generation. Of course, these names were important.

With his driving speed, it wasn't long before Ci-ci had driven up to a tall corporate building, reflecting blue glass. Like most other law firms, and firms in general, Patterson and Gravelle rented a few floors within large corporate towers. For them, they utilized the 71st to the 80th floors.

By now, it was late at night and the normally blue tower was an eerie black with a scattering of yellow light.

Ci-ci parked quickly, having long since changed to his Lucius Bell disguise, before jogging into the broad lobby lined with over a dozen elevators.

The lights were dim, and the large information desk had an old security man sitting behind it.

”Hey old man Bones, how you been?”

The old man blinked, startling awake from his nap to see Lucius. ”Oh, Lucius. Don't you know better than to startle an old man? If I died of a heart attack, the world would lose a hero.”

Ci-ci laughed as he reached the elevators. Only that old man would react like that to being caught sleeping on the job.

”It's a shit show up there, kid. You should have ignored your pager tonight. You're in for a long one.” By the end of his words, the old man had already dozed off again. But, it was clear by what he said that he was very much aware of everything that went on in this building.

Ci-ci shook his head, chuckling lightly. ”Pagers haven't been relevant for more than a thousand years old man.”

When Ci-ci finally reached the 75th floor, the floor that housed his office, he was greeted with a bustling sound that almost made him double check to make sure it really was the middle of the night.

Paper flew across the air, tens of law clerks stood around with their phones to their ears, yelling at poor souls on the other side of the line, even as Junior and Senior Associates sprinted back and forth down long hallways.

Late night snacks varying from half filled pizza boxes to stale cookies were laid out on every other desk. If Ci-ci didn't know better, he'd think that that he had entered a frat house instead of the esteemed law firm Patterson and Gravelle was.

”What the hell…” Ci-ci muttered to himself. ”Did the Queen die?”