Jacques sits in his office, shelves coated with sports trophies and outnumbering any law books that try to make themselves known, so much for a prodigy. Jacques doesn't seem to mind, he's proud of his achievements, and his only. Anybody else can fuck off, Jacques thinks. For now, he paces back and forth in his office, trying to determine whether he should play tennis, or basketball later.

Jacques hums, inevitably deciding on basketball, his go-to sport. He isn't taking up a case at the moment, so he has nothing to worry about. He grabs his basketball, heads out and shoots hoops into the goal Jacques set up outside his office, talk about a sports addict. It may be dangerous and slightly unprofessional, but Jacques isn't one to listen to such nonsense.