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[#003] I'm a Man of Wealth and Taste (Original)
Theme Prompt: #003 – Devil’s Advocate
Title: I’m a Man of Wealth and Taste
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG-13? Probably?
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: He’s an older, white man, wearing a suit that likely cost more than Jonathan makes in a year, and the younger man has no idea what he’s doing in a public defender’s office. It seems like he could easily afford a “real” lawyer, so why does he need him?
Jonathan Walters sits behind a stack of files, frazzled and overworked. He knows that this is what he signed up for when he agreed to be a public defender, a kind of idealism that all of his law professors warned him against, but he had been so certain that he was doing the right thing.
And yes, he had helped some people. But there were a lot of people still, sitting there pending on his desk and he has no idea how he’s going to help them. Glancing down at his watch fitfully, he sighs again when he sees the time, grabbing the file off the top of the stack and making his way into the waiting area of the public defender’s office.
“Mr. … Morningstar?”
The man that rises from his seat in the back of the room is not what he’s expecting, to say the least. He’s an older, white man, wearing a suit that likely cost more than Jonathan makes in a year, and the younger man has no idea what he’s doing in a public defender’s office. It seems like he could easily afford a “real” lawyer, so why does he need him?
“Lucifer Morningstar. Pleasure.” He holds out his hand for Jonathan to shake it.
“Jonathan Walters. Right. Why don’t we step into my office?”
The man follows him, and he moves to settle behind his desk again, setting other folders to the side as he tries to make his desk more presentable.
“Busy job?” Morningstar asks, eyeing the files as they’re placed to the side.
“Never a slow day in the public defender’s office.” He flips open the file he’d been given and starts to scan the information. “Why don’t you tell me about your case?”
“Actually, it’s more that I have a proposition for you.”
There’s a pause as Jonathan looks up to meet the man’s eyes, a look of confusion on his face. “You’re … not here about a case?” While the confusion is winning out over the anger at someone wasting his time like this, he knows that isn’t going to last long and he’s trying to keep his cool for now.
“No. Well, not completely. I am in need of an attorney, but I was hoping this might lead to … a beautiful partnership.”
“Partnership? Sir, I’m a public defender.”
“Yes. You’re a public defender. A man who wants to help. And my question to you, is how badly do you want to be able to help? Your resources are already stretched thin – what if I could give you the means to do more? Be a … benefactor of sorts.”
There’s a long pause as he turns that over in his head, and he knows that the offer is likely too good to be true. But it wouldn’t hurt to hear him out, right? He leans back in his seat and studies the man as he speaks.
“I’m listening.”
- - - - - -
Ten years later …
Jonathan’s shoulders are heavy as he makes his way into Morningstar Enterprises, making his way up to the CEO’s office as he does. It’s been a long time since Lucifer Morningstar has wanted to see him personally, and while he knows that it’s not anything good, he also knows that it’s not an invitation he can refuse.
“Jonathan,” Morningstar’s arms fly up from behind his desk as he makes his way in, a wide smile crossing his face as he makes his way closer. “So glad you could make it.”
“Did I have much of a choice?” Is his response, though he reaches out amiably to shake it all the same. It didn’t take long after making the deal for it to dawn on him that what he sold that day was much bigger than just his reputation as an attorney. As promised, he was able to help many, many people. But he’s yet to see if the cost is worth it.
“Well, it’s been ten years, son. Time to … settle up, so to speak.”
Jonathan swallows hard. “That time already?”
“Indeed it is,” Morningstar returns to the seat behind his desk, greeting the man with a small, placating smile. “I’m sure you’ve got your money’s worth, haven’t you?”
Jonathan’s fingers drum against the arm of the chair for a moment, before he straightens a little more. “Actually, I was hoping I might be able to renegotiate? Another ten years?”
The other man’s head tips. “For the same price?”
“Or a different price? We can … add to it, I suppose, though I don’t really know what’s left for me to sell.” It’s kind of hard, once your soul was already out there and on the line. “I just … I want to make sure my legacy will remain intact.”
“Your legacy.” The words slide over Morningstar’s lips as though he’s trying to taste the flavor, before shifting and leaning back against his seat. “Now that is an interesting question. I would be untoward to leave your work unfinished, now wouldn’t it? You’ve kind of run the gamut of your own soul, its worn out and put away wet. It’s not going to buy you another ten years. But that young upshot you hired – the one the world hasn’t quite worn the shine off yet?”
He drums his fingers for a moment, before nodding with a small smile.
“Yeah. She’d do. You convince her to deal with me, and that’ll buy you a little time.”
The color drains from his face, the horror of convincing someone to enter into this devil’s bargain that he’s come to loathe over the past few years. He can’t do it. Can he?
“What do you say, Jonathan? Are you going to be my advocate or not? Deal or no deal?”
Silence stretches for an eternity, weighing down on his shoulders, but he has to, doesn’t he? It’s either this, or he dies. He looks up and nods.
“What do you need me to do?”
Title: I’m a Man of Wealth and Taste
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG-13? Probably?
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: He’s an older, white man, wearing a suit that likely cost more than Jonathan makes in a year, and the younger man has no idea what he’s doing in a public defender’s office. It seems like he could easily afford a “real” lawyer, so why does he need him?
Jonathan Walters sits behind a stack of files, frazzled and overworked. He knows that this is what he signed up for when he agreed to be a public defender, a kind of idealism that all of his law professors warned him against, but he had been so certain that he was doing the right thing.
And yes, he had helped some people. But there were a lot of people still, sitting there pending on his desk and he has no idea how he’s going to help them. Glancing down at his watch fitfully, he sighs again when he sees the time, grabbing the file off the top of the stack and making his way into the waiting area of the public defender’s office.
“Mr. … Morningstar?”
The man that rises from his seat in the back of the room is not what he’s expecting, to say the least. He’s an older, white man, wearing a suit that likely cost more than Jonathan makes in a year, and the younger man has no idea what he’s doing in a public defender’s office. It seems like he could easily afford a “real” lawyer, so why does he need him?
“Lucifer Morningstar. Pleasure.” He holds out his hand for Jonathan to shake it.
“Jonathan Walters. Right. Why don’t we step into my office?”
The man follows him, and he moves to settle behind his desk again, setting other folders to the side as he tries to make his desk more presentable.
“Busy job?” Morningstar asks, eyeing the files as they’re placed to the side.
“Never a slow day in the public defender’s office.” He flips open the file he’d been given and starts to scan the information. “Why don’t you tell me about your case?”
“Actually, it’s more that I have a proposition for you.”
There’s a pause as Jonathan looks up to meet the man’s eyes, a look of confusion on his face. “You’re … not here about a case?” While the confusion is winning out over the anger at someone wasting his time like this, he knows that isn’t going to last long and he’s trying to keep his cool for now.
“No. Well, not completely. I am in need of an attorney, but I was hoping this might lead to … a beautiful partnership.”
“Partnership? Sir, I’m a public defender.”
“Yes. You’re a public defender. A man who wants to help. And my question to you, is how badly do you want to be able to help? Your resources are already stretched thin – what if I could give you the means to do more? Be a … benefactor of sorts.”
There’s a long pause as he turns that over in his head, and he knows that the offer is likely too good to be true. But it wouldn’t hurt to hear him out, right? He leans back in his seat and studies the man as he speaks.
“I’m listening.”
Ten years later …
Jonathan’s shoulders are heavy as he makes his way into Morningstar Enterprises, making his way up to the CEO’s office as he does. It’s been a long time since Lucifer Morningstar has wanted to see him personally, and while he knows that it’s not anything good, he also knows that it’s not an invitation he can refuse.
“Jonathan,” Morningstar’s arms fly up from behind his desk as he makes his way in, a wide smile crossing his face as he makes his way closer. “So glad you could make it.”
“Did I have much of a choice?” Is his response, though he reaches out amiably to shake it all the same. It didn’t take long after making the deal for it to dawn on him that what he sold that day was much bigger than just his reputation as an attorney. As promised, he was able to help many, many people. But he’s yet to see if the cost is worth it.
“Well, it’s been ten years, son. Time to … settle up, so to speak.”
Jonathan swallows hard. “That time already?”
“Indeed it is,” Morningstar returns to the seat behind his desk, greeting the man with a small, placating smile. “I’m sure you’ve got your money’s worth, haven’t you?”
Jonathan’s fingers drum against the arm of the chair for a moment, before he straightens a little more. “Actually, I was hoping I might be able to renegotiate? Another ten years?”
The other man’s head tips. “For the same price?”
“Or a different price? We can … add to it, I suppose, though I don’t really know what’s left for me to sell.” It’s kind of hard, once your soul was already out there and on the line. “I just … I want to make sure my legacy will remain intact.”
“Your legacy.” The words slide over Morningstar’s lips as though he’s trying to taste the flavor, before shifting and leaning back against his seat. “Now that is an interesting question. I would be untoward to leave your work unfinished, now wouldn’t it? You’ve kind of run the gamut of your own soul, its worn out and put away wet. It’s not going to buy you another ten years. But that young upshot you hired – the one the world hasn’t quite worn the shine off yet?”
He drums his fingers for a moment, before nodding with a small smile.
“Yeah. She’d do. You convince her to deal with me, and that’ll buy you a little time.”
The color drains from his face, the horror of convincing someone to enter into this devil’s bargain that he’s come to loathe over the past few years. He can’t do it. Can he?
“What do you say, Jonathan? Are you going to be my advocate or not? Deal or no deal?”
Silence stretches for an eternity, weighing down on his shoulders, but he has to, doesn’t he? It’s either this, or he dies. He looks up and nods.
“What do you need me to do?”
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Secondly, very nicely written. I really enjoyed reading this. A one-shot for the prompt?
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