Lawrence was glad he had Miles Nyugen on his team. He was twenty-six and in his last yearof law school and impressed Lawrence with his initiative and hard work ethic. There was a lot of potential and Lawrence decided to take him under his wing and cultivate a brilliant attorney. There
t too many Asians in the corporate law game. The doorbell chimed
and Lawrence sighed in frustration. He wasn‟t in the mood for visitors.
“Hey Miles, someone‟s at the door. I think that‟s it for now. We‟ll discuss the details in the
afternoon when you get o
ut of class. Enjoy the rest of your weekend kiddo.”
“Sure, later man.”
Lawrence hung up, slipped on his sneakers and rushed to the front door.
“I‟mcoming,” Lawrence yelled. He opened the door to find Kyle holding up a large brown paper bag.“What took you so long to come to the door?” Kyle asked, walking in.
“I was on the phone with my paralegal. I smell smothered pork chops.”
“And you are correct sir. Granny Syl put four in there for you.”
Kyle placed the large bag on the coffee table and sat on
Lawrence‟s white modern Italian
leather sectional. Lawrence went to the kitchen and grabbed a fork and knife, napkins, hot sauce anda Heineken. He sat in front of the bag and Kyle frowned.
“What‟s wrong with you?” Lawrence asked, taking the three Tupperw
are containers fromthe brown bag.
“Don‟t give me that speech. It‟s only a beverage.”
“An alcoholic beverage. What‟s wrong with water or a soda?”
“I drink those too but I wanted a Heineken.”
“Fine, do what you want.”
“I do anyway.”
couldn‟t wait to dig into his lunch. Smothered pork chops, baked
macaroni and cheese, collard greens, black-
eyed peas and devil‟s food cake. Good food was one of
the perks of having a Black grandmother. His Belgian grandmother Brigitte could cook too but not
like Sylvia. “No rolls?” Lawrence asked.
“They should be in there.”
Lawrence reached down in the bag and found the fourthcontainer of two yeast rolls. He sprinkled a small amount of hot sauce on his lunch and started hisfeast.
“Is that another tattoo,” Kyle asked, referring to the newest ink on Lawrence‟s forearm.
“Oh yeah. I got it a couple of weeks ago.”
“What is that? Latin?”
“Omnia Vincam. It means „I will conquer all‟.”
“You‟re the only person I know that understands that.”
“Law is in Latin. It didn‟t hurt to learn it.”
“I don‟t understand why you would do that to yourself.”
“I appreciate art, even body art.”
“Don‟t they hurt?”
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