You go to the chambers as usual as a Barrister yourself. You then find a young, lanky man sitting on the couch in your office. You recognise his face from one of the upstairs levels but nothing else. He appeared tired and overworked, having this unkempt look of messy hair and his face creased with stress despite trying to look indifferent.

He stood up and held his hand out. “Lloyd Hark, Im sure you’ve heard plenty about me.” He said, now with a condescending smirk, his dimples on display.