"Come, take a seat, young man," the old man said, motioning to Ivan, who had been standing by the side, watching the conversation.Ivan hesitated for a moment, but then walked over and sat down in the empty chair next to Bridges. The old man smiled at him, and Ivan felt a sense of calm wash over him."It's a pleasure to meet you, sir," Ivan said, bowing his head slightly in respect.The old man chuckled. "No need for formalities here," he said. “What's your own story?” He asked Ivan.Ivan took a deep breath and began to speak. "I grew up in a small village on the outskirts of London," he said. "My father was a farmer, and my mother worked at the local market. We were not rich, but we were content."He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "When I was a young boy, my father was injured in an accident on the farm. He could no longer work, and our family fell on hard times. It was a difficult time, and my dad died making everything wo
He looked over at the table. "A game of Go?" Bridges asked surprisingly. Though he seemed surprised, it didn't show in his face.Typical game one would expect an old man to be playing.Just then, Madeline returned with the tea and refilled their cups."So, are you ready to play?" the old man asked.Bridges frowned. "I've never played Go before, but I've heard it's a game that requires skill and strategy," he said.The old man chuckled. "I understand," he said. "It is a Chinese game, and kids these days don't play games like this. All the younger generation thinks about is money and fame." He said it with a pained, serious look on his face.Bridges could sense that there was something deeper going on, something the old man was trying not to tell but it was hurting him inside.Bridges didn't want to make the old man uncomfortable by pressing the subject, so he decided to change the topic. "But I do play chess," he sai
A knock on the door broke the comfortable silence between the two men who were quietly having tea."I'll get the door," the butler said, walking towards the door. He opened it slightly and muttered a few words to the person outside before looking back and saying, "He's saying that he came with your guest, sir."The older man, to whom the butler had spoken, turned to the younger man seated across from him. "Is he the little friend you spoke about?" he asked the younger man, wearing a teasing smile.Bridges, the younger man, raised the cup of tea to his lips, taking in its herbal aroma and feeling its warmth against his skin.In response to the old man, he replied nonchalantly, "He's the one."The old man chuckled and instructed the butler to admit the visitor. "Let him in; he's the one.”The butler nodded and opened the door wider to reveal a young guy standing in the doorway, drenched from the downpour outside. His damp clothes clung to his body and his dark hair was matted to his for
It was past 6:00 PM, and most of the legal professionals had already left the office for the day. However, Ivan still had one last task to complete - a meeting with the managing partner of the firm. He wasn't looking forward to it, but he knew it was important. He made his way to the managing partner's office, feeling the weight of the day's events. When he reached the door, he took a deep breath and knocked. There was a moment of silence, and then a warm yet, domineering voice called out, "Come in." Ivan opened the door and stepped inside. As Ivan entered the office, he saw his boss, Attorney Bridges, sitting elegantly across from the managing partner, Mr. Lambert who sat behind the desk. Ivan tried to keep his composure, but his heart was racing."Close the door," Lambert, the big boss, said, and Ivan did as he was told. Lambert gestured to a chair in front of the desk, beside Bridges and Ivan took a seat. Ivan's eyes met Mr. Bridges' gaze, and he immediately felt a sense of d
Ivan was in the middle of a very productive work session. He'd been working for over an hour and a half without stopping. Suddenly, one of the paralegals came over to his desk. She was standing with her arms crossed over her chest and a worried expression on her face. Ivan wondered what was wrong.Ivan tried to sound friendly as he greeted the paralegal. “Hello, Miss Madison,” he said, forcing a smile. But he was a little worried about what she wanted. He noticed that she seemed upset about something.Madison rolled her eyes and uncrossed her arms, letting them fall to her sides. “Didn't you hear me, Ivan?” she asked. “It's not like you have something blocking your ears. Yet you still didn't hear me, or you chose not to.” She sounded frustrated and upset.Ivan couldn't figure out why Madison seemed so upset. They didn't know each other that well, and he couldn't think of anything he'd done to make her angry. She must be upset about something else. “I've been calling your name for ab
It was lunchtime, and the law firm was still quiet, as usual. L&J Laws wasn't a noisy law firm. Everyone was sensible and well-behaved. Most of the lawyers knew what had happened between James Luther, one of the partners of L&J, and their ace lawyer, Attorney Bridges. Most of them, in fact, supported Bridges.Everyone was on their lunch break and taking a break from work. Well, except for some of them who used their lunch time to do extra work. One of the lawyers, Attorney Malcolm, was on his way to Bridges' office. They didn't really talk or interact much, but this time, the lawyer had a case he thought Bridges was way ahead of and experienced. He wanted to talk to a like-minded lawyer about it.As he walked to the office, the junior and senior lawyers greeted him. But he just smiled and nodded. He didn't say anything in response. When he got to the door labeled "Attorney R. Bridges", he decided to put his ear to the door to listen for anything before he knocked. He didn't hear a
Bridges scoffed. “She divorced me, not the other way around.” He folded his hands on his chest and tried to prove his point to his mother. But his mother wouldn't accept it. “Yes, she divorced you because you couldn't hold her down,” Flora, his mother wouldn't have it as an excuse. “Do you know how many times I told your father I'd leave him, but he's the one who left first, before me. He could hold me down, but you couldn't hold your son's mother down.”Bridges just sighed and gave up. He knew there was no point in arguing with his mother. “Mother, can we just please stop fighting?” he asked, a hint of exhaustion in his voice. “I don't want to argue with you.” But his mother wasn't done yet. “We will stop fighting when you finally accept the truth,” she said.Bridges replied, “Fine. I accept it. I can't change history now, can I?” His mother just looked at him, unable to counter his statement. In his thoughts, Bridges reflected on how this conversation about his divorce had been
The day had almost come to an end, and Bridges was at the door of his house. He turned the doorknob, and the door opened easily, since it wasn't locked. Bridges was not a forgetful person, so he wondered why the door was unlocked. However, he reasoned that whoever might be inside the house must have a key, so he did not panic.He entered his house and recognized the first voice he heard. It was his mother. He took off his shoes and placed them by the front door. He walked fully inside his luxurious yet small and comfortable house. There, he saw his mother, who was bending over to pick up a book from the floor. “Hey, Mother,” Bridges said. “Good evening. What are you doing here?” Bridges asked, not sounding happy to see her, but not angry either.He wasn't surprised that she was in his house. She often showed up without telling him first. He walked past her and went into his room. He dropped his bag, changed his clothes, and his mother ignored him. He knew that when she showed up at
Bridges wondered what his uncle could possibly want. His uncle was his father's younger brother, the baby of the family. They had never been too close, but they had spoken a few times. He felt a mixture of apprehension and curiosity as he waited for his uncle to arrive..ATTORNEY MALCOLM'S OFFICEMalcolm's desk was immaculately arranged, his papers neatly stacked and organized. He was all set to go speak to his client. Malcolm straightened his tie and checked his appearance in the mirror. He wanted to look his best, as he was about to meet with a client. The case Lambert had assigned to him was a serious one, involving a sexual assault, and he wanted to be sure he was prepared. He took a deep breath and opened the door to his office.As soon as Malcolm opened the door to his office, he saw Laurie, the secretary, and Molly, a junior associate, walking past. Laurie was leading the way, while Molly followed closely behind. It seemed that Molly was trying to follow in Laurie's footst