It was unusual for the offices of Nelson and Murdock to be pursuing clients in the financial district of New York. After all, they tended to deal in a mix of civil cases and criminal defense, and organizations such as Worthington Industries tended to either have in house counsel or a much larger firm to represent them in civil cases.
But this wasn't a civil case. It involved the mutant scientist Hank McCoy. And the chairman of the board of this company was one of the man's oldest friends.
Matt was mainly attempting to pursue representation for the criminal case due to the fact that the substance Kick was based off of some formula that McCoy had developed. It had been developed and then stored in Worthington Industries. So getting a read of the place was a good idea, and representing McCoy would ideally let him figure out what places to stake out. For a drug like Kick was far more sophisticated than meth or heroin. It required a greater deal of sophistication to develop.
So knowing the process to develop the original formula or at least the equipment needed to create it was a good lead to start with.
And if McCoy was innocent of wrongdoing, getting an innocent man out of jail was more than worth it.
Sitting and waiting, Matt had a briefcase in one hand and his cane in the other. His sunglasses were on, mainly to keep the faint scarring around his eyes covered. It also prevented people from seeing how his eyes never really focused on items or people how most were used to.
They weren't enough to cover the slight bruising near one eye on the left side of his head. Fortunately for his activities at night, blindness gave an adequate excuse for why he had some bruises, particularly in New York where people were in a rush and tended to shove against one another if crowded.
Breathing in the scents of the various people, listening to foot steps and the bustle of business and phone calls for several of the floors, Matt reached out with his radar sense and felt the solid construction of almost everything in the room. He felt the safety glass, and felt the bitter stab of disappointment that despite his powers, he would never have a chance to actually see the view provided from the building.
His ears picked up noises of water features and desk toys, of muttered gossip and important meetings. He let them slide through him, mainly setting what the background noise of the building was so he could tell if something else happened that was out of the ordinary.
He was in his grey suit, tie neatly set and clothes selected. It was well fitted, mainly as Melvin Porter might have been a bit of a mad scientist with armor and weapons, but he was also a hell of a tailor. So something better than off the rack helped with some confidence when facing a literal captain of industry.
The fact that Matt had a hard time feeling fear likely helped as well.
But there was a small part of Murdock that was still the kid who grew up poor in Hell's Kitchen. Who kept running a tally of how much certain items in this building could help those worse off. Mind your manners,
Matt chided himself. A lot of times better quality costs more but saves money in the long run. Can't apply the business tactics of the criminals you fight to a legit company.
He had contacted the administrative assistant and said that he was a lawyer wanting to talk with Mr. Worthington about the McCoy situation. She'd warned Matt that it might depend on how busy Worthington was, and Matt had smiled and said he was more than willing to wait. And had chuckled inwardly as the woman had offered to get him something to read and then caught herself. And then something to watch.
It had taken a moment to calm her as he could tell from heartbeat, increased body heat from embarrassment, and how her voice raised that she was mortified by that. But after spending a few moments chatting with the woman and assuring her it was fine, he'd politely taken a water and sat down.
So he'd waited, being sure it would be a bit after lunch before there was even a chance to talk due to the nature of most businessmen conducting some form of work over lunch.
But as the administrative assistant picked up her phone and seemed to lighten up and energize, Matt suspected the man he wanted to talk with had arrived. With any luck, I'll be able to work this McCoy case and deal with two problems at once. Get information about Kick, and remove an innocent man from custody,
Matt thought with a faint smile. Angel