"Every lawyer in his prime."

[midnightlog]

Who: Trey Wilson and Mark Campbell
What: Propositions
Where: Campbell Page & Waterston Law Firm, NYC
When: Afternoon

Despite the fact it had been a busy as fuck week of fifteen hour days and little sleep, Trey and his team had just won a massive ongoing case that had been touch and go for a little while in the middle of the trial. He was looking forward to some quality time with Brendan and sleeping for a week straight. He had gotten back from court to a message that Mark wanted to meet with him and a time after lunch had been scheduled in his diary. It was common practice for the bosses to be able to slot in any vital meetings to vacant gaps in the junior associates’ diaries. The thing was, Mark rarely did it, and if he did, it was usually extremely important.

And as usual, Mark had an open-door policy, until he was in a meeting or dealing with personal family stuff. It was the first week he had been back at work since Justin massive relapse, and he was only back part-time. Trey was surprised Mark even had time to squeeze him in, no matter what the reason. He knocked on the door frame, legal pad under his arm. “You wanted to see me, boss?”

“Yeah, mate. Come in, take a seat. Close the door behind you. I’ve got something I want to run by you. I apologise in advance if my cell phone rings. Everything’s just a bit on-edge with Jus right now. So far, so good, though.” Mark finished off the email he was writing on his laptop and then closed it over. “I’ve got coffee coming, but I wanted to get started in case I do get called away.”

( Trey nodded and took a seat on the other side of Mark’s desk... )

LOG, COMPLETE

[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Justin @ likefatherlikeson

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Hi Smooshie ❤ How u feeling, baby boy?

"Before success can manifest, you've got to go through the learning process."

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Who: Reecy Chester-Wilson, Kyan Wilson, Trey Wilson and Brendan Drake
What: Big Changes in the Air
Where: Wilson/Drake Apartment, NYC
When: After this

Reecy was in the kitchen in her slippers and Kyan's bathrobe, the kettle boiling while she was texting with Justin. In an apartment with two Broadway actors, a Broadway musical producers, and a workaholic attorney, there was never really early nights in their place unless someone was sick and forced into bed. Tonight, apparently Trey had something he wanted to talk to them all about, but he was the last one home.

Brendan headed home with Kyan and Reecy after they finished with Stage Door, but got stuck on a business call when they were getting home. Reecy took a shower and Kyan jumped in after her. While she waited for all the boys to get their shit together, she decided to make tea and call up for a pizza, a bit of a late evening snack in case Trey had done that thing where he worked through lunch and forgot what food was. Whether they liked it or not, she took care of all three of the boys, even if she was only married to one. The one she was beyond convinced was the love of her life, a concept she had been doubting actually existed when she realised he was right under her nose the whole time. Some days, it was still hard to believe that she was happily married, that some how, by some miracle, she really pulled it off.