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Previously: Whiskey and Conspiracy Theories
People generally kept their professional and private lives separate, that was Joaquin’s credo, too, but sometimes he made an indirect exception. In a bar where mostly elderly, well-to-do gentlemen gathered to smoke cigars and drink whiskey, trying to project an image that had earned them a certain reputation, he had met another lawyer. At first it seemed like a coincidence, but then it turned out that this very man needed his help with a mysterious case. So mysterious, in fact, that they didn’t want to discuss the key details in public.. and that was something that naturally appealed to Joaquin, because it didn’t feel like the usual daily grind.
The meeting was to be moved to a neutral location, but instead of choosing his law office, he opted for one of his private city apartments, which was within walking distance.
The building was modern, fairly new... tall, and actually, everything was quite cliché and designed for people who had money, and well... Joaquin had money, and even though it wasn’t actually that important to him on many levels, since he often worked without expecting a fee, he occasionally treated himself to this luxury. When he no longer needed the apartment, he usually donated it to an organization for children in need or other charitable causes...
Anyway...
On the top floor, the elevator opened and he let Rafael in, gesturing toward a room with a black wooden sliding door, his study.
“Have a seat. Would you like an espresso?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, disappeared into his kitchen, and simply prepared a few things suitable to accompany their conversation. A pot of green tea, two espressos, some small snacks, and two glasses that could later be used for a good whiskey or rum. He carefully balanced the tray into his study, luckily managing not to spill anything, and set it down on the old, beautiful desk in front of Rafael.
“Help yourself...”
After he had also sat down and adjusted his glasses, he took a deep breath and looked at him questioningly.
“So… what are you dealing with, and how can I help you?”