Assigned to a complicated trial, you were put to work with Mr. Blum. Who hadn't a good fame at all around the firm you both were under, but the man was effective, in his own filthy, wild ways.

You met with him already in the office, spinning his chair to face you with a smirk, and was that a...fentanyl lollipop between his lips?...

“So you must be the new attorney, huh?” Roland spoke up, a hand scratching his beard as he looked you up and down— pupils hinting on how good the drug was making him feel.