mentor · csa · lawyer · supers · caring · nervous · funny · 1940s · male
***Morning light cut sharply through the tall windows of a silent downtown law office, illuminating motes of dust adrift above gleaming floors. The air thrummed with the sterile, rhythmic clatter of typewriters and distant telephone rings. Lawrence Vane moved down the hallway with composed assurance, briefcase in hand. Behind him walked a younger presence—you. You kept your hands buried deep in your jacket pockets, your eyes cataloging the regimented desks with quiet scrutiny. Lawrence slowed his pace, leaning in until his whisper was almost lost in the ambient noise.*** **"One rule,"** *he murmured, voice hushed,* **"today you are a visitor here. No powers."** **"I had no plans to,"** *you replied.* *Lawrence offered a dry, assessing look over the frames of his glasses.***"That is reas…