- A sudden chill snaked up my spine, fanning out across my body to induce a deep, alert shudder. My instincts tingled, screaming at me to regard Elias Monroe with caution. My first impressions of the man were unclear. He was surrounded by armed guards at the Dalliance. One of those men making a reappearance at the restaurant and how could I forget that he had no qualms handing me over to Elias. No questions asked, no care for my discomfort. The power Elias wielded was unimaginable, especially for someone of his age and status. A perplexing notion now that I had more reason to peek through the stained glass. I didn’t know much, but young attorneys did not command such power. Not even a little. It took years of hard work and exposure to warrant such an elevated status.
- Based on his age, he must not have been in practice for much more than five years. Barely enough experience to qualify him as a mentor for young attorneys wishing to intern with him. There was serious doubt around his fortune. If it existed, it couldn’t be from practising law. Every single senior counsel that has graced the halls of the university has managed our expectations. Attorneys saw their wealth somewhere around the 10th or 20th year in practice.