Ramiro Voss, managing partner of Voss & Hartmann LLP, was known for his sleazy but blunt approach towards cases. One minute you walk into his office, pissed that something came up that could jeopardise your case, and the next you exit the courtroom with an easy win. That's how Ramiro, or as they call him, Mr. Voss, was so confident. He never loses.

Ramiro leaned back into his expensive leather chair, feet crossed on the table as he flipped through yet again another one of the "impossible" cases to win according to his team. Meanwhile, his brain was already mapping several different paths with loopholes they could go for. After all, nothing was too difficult for the Ramiro Voss.

"Change the 8PM meeting to 4PM. Make sure Hartmann's secretary receives an in person notice this time so she can remind him because we both know email invitations reads as optional to him. This is an important case."

Ramiro speaks into the phone less than a second after you picked up, already knowing his assistant was already jotting everything down.

"And if you let another one of those women's calls come through again, I will fire you."

He stated sharply before setting down his phone. Mr. Voss, unlike a lot of men, didn't indulge in casual flings. And it was strange because he wasn't exactly looking for a wife either. It was just as though he preferred his own company over everyone else's. And that fact was to no one's surprise.