12068/Silver meets Matt

Silver meets Matt
Date of Scene:	23 August 2020
Location:	Nelson and Murdock, Clinton
Synopsis:	Matt and Sable sit down and talk.
Cast of Characters:	Daredevil, Silver Sable

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Daredevil has posed:
It's early in the day, but Matt has not yet slept. He's been stuck in his office all night working on a series of landlord dispute cases that have evolved over the past week or so. A group of tenants in a building nearby are at risk of being evicted for reasons beyond their control. Matt suspects foul play by the building owners so he's been working overtime to get information he needs to kill the evictions.

The scent of half-burned coffee hangs in the air with a heaviness that he no longer notices. His hair is somewhat dishevelled, his tie is hanging loosely around his collar, and his 5 o'clock shadow looks extra 5 o'clock today. He sits up and cracks his back, letting out a long moan. He lets his eyes close for a moment, a brief respite from his work. He hasn't noticed the temperature shift in the office from the sunlight.

Silver Sable has posed:
It's five o' clock here....and everywhere else in this timezone. Silver's on her way into the office because she needs a lawyer that's not closely tied to her company. The door opens with a creak as Silver, trenchcoat wearing as she swishes her way the few steps into the office and takes in the look, and the smell, and....the lawyer.

"Ah. Are you Nelson or Murdoch?" Silver asks in a voice that's got Eastern European accents to its words. She looks around once more. "Nelson and Murdoch. Very well. It's a law firm, yes? I'm in need of an impartial lawyer"

Odd word choice but...but...

Daredevil has posed:
The sound of the approaching footsteps doesn't catch Matt's attention until the door is opening and the pressure in the air changes. His eyes open, obscured by the deep red lenses of his glasses, and slowly rises to his feet. "Murdoch. Matthew Murdoch," he says in a friendly tone as he cinches up his tie to make himself more presentable. Stepping around his desk, he walks towards Silver and offers his hand, although a little too far to her right. He can't help but play up the blindness.

"This is, in fact, a law firm and I'm about as impartial as they come." He twists his body slightly and feigns a look around at the rather 'modest' office. It's almost like he thinks the definition of impartial is the same as destitute. Turning back to face her, a smile rests on his face, "So. What can I do for you, Miss...?"

Silver Sable has posed:
Silver takes the hand in stride and shakes it. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Murdoch" she adds and smiles. "No, I'm looking for a neutral lawyer. Destitute, I can deal with that in my line of work, but I need somebody as neutral as possible to assist me with legal matters. "My name is Silver Sablinova. Or Sable" she adds, if Matt's done his homework he might figure out who she is. And what she does for a living.

Well, there goes the innocent hello, would you like a box of cookies Girl Scout idea Silver had for about....two seconds. She's a hard nosed, down to business, ice queen.

"Would you be willing to assist me? The pay would be very, very generous" Silver adds. Dangle that metaphorical carrot, Sable...

Daredevil has posed:
As a matter of fact, Matt makes it his business to know about people like Silver Sable. He only knows what he's able to gether from the news when he doesn't have a personal connection, but perhaps this is an opportunity to learn first-hand. There's the briefest of pauses as she takes his hand and they shake upon her introduction. He nods and motions an arm towards a chair next to his desk, "Very good, Ms. Sable. Would you like a seat?"

He turns and slowly walks around his desk towards his own chair but waits for her in case she decides not to sit. "I could certainly use the money to fix up the place," he says with his boyish smile. "Maybe a new coffee machine." The old and well-used maker sits on a small desk against the side wall of the office. "Tell me, Ms. Sable, what sorts of legal matters should I expect to assist with when the time comes?"

Silver Sable has posed:
Silver does, yes, sit and nods. "Very well, Mr. Murdoch. What legal things would come up if you assist me?" she asks watching him. "You could use the money? I hear you and I understand. We all" she says with a sigh. "Need money"

More to the point. Symkaria needs moneyy from her work, that is.

Looking over to Matt again, Silver coughs derisively. "You'd spend your earnings on a coffee maker? Is it true lawyers live on coffee?"

Silver genuinely, honestly....wants to know if it's true. It is true after all on TV so...

Daredevil has posed:
"Sometimes TV tells the truth," he says as he takes a seat and rests his forearms on his desk, locking his fingers between one another. "If it were not for the coffee, I'd likely be sleeping on the floor right now." Matt's head lowers as he chuckles at himself.

As if their conversation reminds him, Matt once again rises from his seat and steps over towards the coffee pot, "You strike me as a professional who does her homework." His head is cast slightly over his shoulder in her direction as he speaks. He fills himself a cup of the coffee, "Am I correct to assume that you looked into our practice and the types of cases we typically handle?"

He pauses and turns to face her, "Coffee? There's enough for one more cup."

Silver Sable has posed:
"Yes please" Silver nods keenly. "I'll not turn down free coffee"

Well once checked for poisons of course given just what Silver does for a living...but she doubts anyone would break in here just to poison the coffee. Hell's Kitchen kind of has its own security systems...kind of, sort of.

"You asked" Silver says carefully. "What you'd be doing when assisting me? Mostly things my emplyees don't need to know about. I want to keep a line between personal, and professional work" she explains simply. "Are you familiar wihth Symkaria at all?"

Daredevil has posed:
"Perfect," Matt replies as he turns to grab another disposable cup. He fills it with the remaining coffee and then steps to Silver to give her the drink. Once she takes it, he raises his cup in her direction in a 'cheers' motion before heading back to take a seat at his desk once again.

He listens to her speak as he takes a cautious sip of the steaming drink which isn't quite as hot as he had anticipated. He's definitely going to have to buy a new machine. Her need to keep things split between work and personal makes sense, forcing a quiet nod from the lawyer. "I'm familiar with it in name only, really. I don't know much about the place aside from it being Eastern European."

Silver Sable has posed:
Silver nods and gives her own coffee time to cool off before a sip. "Indeed, Eastern European nation near Latveria. I am from there and my family is from there as well"

With that she sips and sets the coffee down again.

You need a new coffee maker, and money. Let me ask you, Mr. Murdoch, you're a successful lawyer, correct? You keep a roof over your head and pay bills when they come in, correct? I believe you are the best lawyer that I may run across in a while. Why am I saying this? Because" Silver says. "I have to watch my back and my companies back. It is better to have a third party outside the company to independently go over thhings as a safety net."

Daredevil has posed:
Matt lifts his head almost as if he is looking at Silver as she speaks. His head tilts slightly to one side and then lowers a bit as she states her opinion of his law practice's ability. "Well thank you for saying so, Ms. Sable." He offhandedly shifts his cup in circles so the coffee inside swirls around, "I see no reason why we can't work together."

He relaxes somewhat in his chair and takes another sip of his coffee, "I think you'll find our rates fair and you can consider myself and my partner at your disposal when you require our services, day or night."

Silver Sable has posed:
"You are welcome, Mr. Murdoch" Silver says and sips her coffee again, contemplating what ot say and how much to explain. "Tell me, however. Are you familiar with Silver Sable International?" she asks and looks over the desk. She's not judging or testing him, despite the way she worded the question. It's more a genuine attempt from the ice queen to understand just how much he knows about her company. Or, putting it another way.

If she needs to hide the dirty laundry better or if she can relax on that front.

Daredevil has posed:
The woman's question does seem to harden Matt's expression. There's a brief pause before he raises his head and leans forward to rest his forearms against his desk again, "I am aware of your organization, Ms. Sable." There's another beat of silence as he gathers his thoughts and selects his words. "I only know what I've heard in the news, and we both know how far from the truth the news can be at times."

He offers Silver another friendly smile then continues, "Obviously there's a fine line between what I /should/ know and what I /need/ to know. Something I sincerely doubt I need to explain to you, so I will leave it to your discretion what you wish for me to know about your dealings."

Silver Sable has posed:
Silver nods looking to the lawyer. "So you know the glossy media friendly face of what my company's about" she says. She doesn't even have a PR department. The media does that for her. She takes out a criminal and it's reported as a death in wherever. She helms the launch of a new product and the media eats it up. She does diplomatic things...the media, point is, love it.

"If I believed the media portrayal of lawyers, I'd think you were a money sucking soulless hellspawn creature" Silver says. Wait...wait....do vampires that suck money exist, that's her next unspoken thought. Of course. Taxes are a thing. Both here and in Symkaria.

Silver nods keenly tapping her fingers on the desk. "Now, speaking of discretion, I assume attorney-client privilige is in effect?" she asks. She's done her homework. She can, if anything probably get an attorney with a better suit, a more expensive tie. But there's something about Matt Murdoch that intrigues her. "I'm curious" she begins.

"What brings you to priactice law here?" she asks. That's a fair question, as fair as why does Symkaria have its embassy on the Uppr East Side. Silver's answer to that is, probably, the same as Matt's. Because. Or at least, Silver's not that talktaive about it. It's a part of Symkarian government where the embassy is. Law offices? Less so.

Daredevil has posed:
"You'd be surprised just how accurate the television is about most lawyers," Matt says out loud to himself but definitely loud enough for Silver to hear. "Lawyers in this city, at least."

He straightens and speaks at his normal volume again, "Legally I would have to be on your payroll for attorney client privalege to begin." He smiles softly and shrugs his shoulders, "If you have a dollar on you, consider my services retained."

When she expresses curiosity, Matt rests back against his chair and awaits her question with some intrigue. The question draws a light chuckle from the blind man and he nods in understanding. "The truth is, I grew up here." He turns and seems to gaze out the window, "Hell's Kitchen has a reputation, but it's full of good, honest people. People who need help." He turns back to glance towards Silver, "So here I am. Helping." There's a pause, "Trying to, at least." He motions to the table with the coffee pot. Beside it is a half-empty container with cookies inside, "If I was in Midtown, I wouldn't have clients baking me fresh cookies."

Silver Sable has posed:
Silver doesn't usually get fresh cookies. Those don't make it to her office. Not with an entire company, and Wild Pack in the mix...

She's not above cookies either, far from it. It's just she's got so much going on that by the time she's come up for air...the cookies are gone. She's a busy, serious woman.

Coookies would ruin that image however. Doesn't mean that behind closed doors, where nobody can see, she doesn't enjoy treats. But to everyone else, she's an ice queen.

"Hell's Kitchen does have a reputation" she agrees with a murmur. "But so does New York as a whole. So" Silver nods. "If you were in Manhattan...you'd have a...a..." she pauses, unsure how to word what she wants to say. Okay. Manhattan has a reputation, but...

Daredevil has posed:
Nelson and Murdoch, on the other hand, get fresh food from their clients almost daily. It makes their grocery bill pretty low but it makes it difficult to stay in shape with all the homecooked meals they're presented with on a constant basis. They end up giving most of it away, honestly. Matt does enjoy cookies though. It fits his nice guy image as Matt. The Devil of Hell's Kitchen, however, might look a little funny stuffing his face with cookies.

Matt grins and offers Silver a nod at her comment, "I guess New York as a whole has a reputation, you're right." But anyone who lives in New York knows that Hell's Kitchen has its own dark image. But then again so does pretty much every borough in the city. "I think Hell's Kitchen just needs our help. The rest of the island has plenty of lawyers to go around."

Matt takes another drink of coffee and smiles, "We usually have enchiladas or lasagne from some of our clients so the next time you stop by, make sure you have an empty stomach."

Silver Sable has posed:
Silver nods. "It's no different with Symkaria. I will have my people come over with the paperwork if you'd like to help me out however. And no. Don't send us food, or you may need to park a food truck outside your office" Silver says, as close to a joke as she'll get. She's deadly serious, too. If there's so many home cooked meals...why not open a food truck as well?