Ch. 3: Dr. Brand

Wyland showed up to work at 8 in the morning with a full box of assorted donuts. He was dressed in a blue button-down shirt, neutral colored tie and beige khakis, which amounted to a standard lawyer outfit when not in the courtroom. His belly protruding from his shirt, and his receding hairline, gave him the look of your average middle aged desk jockey, which is exactly what he actually was when not in the courtroom. 

The clients were already there, in Dr. John Brand's office. He was late, but he didn't care. 

Dr. Brand was a tall, lanky man who always wore a black business suit. He had short, black hair peppered with gray, and dark eyes that, along with the suit, gave him an imposing, severe look. He specialized mostly in medical lawsuits, which suited him, as he was a medical doctor before going to law school. 

Wyland Blake studied the two people sitting across the desk from Brand in his spacious office. These were his new clients. One was a young man not older than 22. He had a blond crew cut and a dark blue polo shirt. He looked like an athlete, too skinny in the face with overly defined muscles and a determined look on his face. 

The other was an older woman, doing her best to appear stately and composed. She had a conservative haircut, held up by a silver brooch, a bit of grey roots showing under her shiny, brown colored hair. Her face was older, but still pretty, with sharp brown eyes to match her hair. Or really, the hair was probably colored to match her eyes, Wyland thought. She wore a grey business skirt and a light blue top with frilly shoulders, and was wearing pumps that could have been worth $400, but probably weren't.  

The sister, Blake thought. But who was the boy? Her son, most likely. Wyland didn't remember reading about a son, though, as his face scrunched up into a frown as he realized there was now more missing information to glean in this meeting.

Dr. Brand glanced out the window and noticed Blake standing in the hallway with an awkward look on his face and a box of donuts. He stood up, waved Blake into his office, and announced, loud enough for the whole office to hear, "ahh, so here he is now, our specialist, Wyland Blake."