TRANSPARENTLY ON TRIAL "So you're saying you have no idea who she is and why she's coming to me, but that she's right at in the lobby." Logan Hemmers eyed his secretary with his brown eyes. They were sunken and red rimmed due to the lack of sleep he had the past 2 nights that had passed submissivly by. The case he was working on wasn't anything too serious, a minor fender bender, a tailgating car got what was coming for her. Unfortunately it didn't go by as smoothly when the girl who's car was hit suddenly had a horrible back problem that came from no where, and suddenly, the fake hospital reports began to ensue and a 3 hour trial turned into a 2 day circus event. Logan didn't get his daily 9 hour night sleep and this morning, all of the fatigue was rushing back to him as if they were in a race. He was arguably losing, but the coffee placed to his right on his polished, mahogany desk, was helping as little as it could. The black of the coffee swooned around the undisturbed cup as Logan wiped his face with his full palm again. "Sir, I think she's the one you talked to last week." "I can't remember the last time I used the bathroom. You think I would remember a potential client like that?"he murmmered behind his hand. His secretary, a woman who he liked to call Miss Patty, stood in her short grey skirt with matching top, pushing her galsses higher on the brow of her nose. She was somewhere in her late 20's, just like Logan, and was clearly a lot more alert than he was at the moment. Her face was quivering as she forced herself to keep a straight face. Logan was her boss and she couldn't say anything cocky or sarcastic to him or she'd be out of job. However, for the past two days, he was acting more douchier than usual. "She's still here to see you, sir. Would you like me to tell her to come back tomorrow? "Yes." "...After she's waited for 40 minutes, sir?" "What are you trying to get me to do? Force me to say no?"he snapped, groaning into his hand like a whining teen. His other hand grasped the handle of the coffee, taking a burning, bitter sip before nodding only e slightest. "Go get her. Try to be quick about it." Miss Patty bit back a curse word and wheeled around on her black heels, going into the lobby and leaving Logan to kick himself in the foot for not getting any sleep.