Pleased to Meet You . . . Not

Prowling for last-minute clients to represent for a “small fee,” he was practiced at his game. The Administrative Law Judges were ready to rule on cases quickly, meeting a quota set  by the city. This meant he had to act quickly too; his card at the ready: “Harvey Millstein, Esquire.”

“Was the sun obstructing your view?”

created an almost balmy feel. Cinco de Mayo. Harvey thought maybe he would toss back a few margaritas after work. He might take the D train into the city.

His clipboard hit the concrete before him.

“We have to notify next of kin.”

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