"And this was how you got this job?" Nicholas asked.
His voice was still calm, still patient, but there was a sharpness beneath it now—a focus, a hunger for the details that mattered.
"Yes," Nicky replied.
"You knew what was happening and still agreed to the job?"
"Well, at first, I didn't know," Nicky said. "I was pretending to be a lawyer for a couple of months. All I needed to do was pose as a lawyer for a part-time job."
At the beginning, Nicky really had been pretending.
He wasn't a lawyer.
Not really.
They gave him contracts meant for the humans, and all he had to do was hold them, explain the procedure to the people, and convince them to sign.
He remembered the first contract he had ever presented. His hands had been shaking, his voice had been trembling, and he had been certain that the client would see through him, would know he was a fraud. But they hadn't. They had listened. They had nodded. They had signed.
And the money had started rolling in.
