Chloe Summers
"Calvin," Chloe rolled her eyes. "One night together and you've already planned a future out together, I'm sure." Her expression softened as Trix continued and she gave her friend a gentle squeeze of the hand. "I'll always worry about you." Beatrix's propensity to fall too hard, too fast had caused a few too many heart breaks, and she simply didn't want to see the artist getting hurt again and again. "Though, it's probably for the best. Sometimes you just need to leave things at one night."
Her expensive heels clacked their way down the hall to the conference room, opening the door for her client and following the other girl in. Chloe was immediately all business, leaving no sign of the earlier friendliness that she'd shown her best friend just a few moments ago; like a switch, it was simply gone.
The blonde took in her opponents: the tattooed face, the mohawk, the very visible tattoos and for what felt like the millionth time, she questioned Trix's taste in men. More so, she saw him how a jury would see him and a smirk threatened to appear. Piece of cake.
Dropping her bag on the table, she gestured for Beatrix to sit while she fished out a think envelope. She said nothing to either the lawyer or his client, and if either attempted to say something, she'd immediately shush them with a single finger and a "Just a moment."
From the envelope she pulled out a two slips of paper laying them right-side up toward the lawyer. Following that was another packet of paper, all the documents that Trix had given her, followed by two more single slips of paper. All the documents were placed facing the two sitting across from her and then Chloe would sit. With her pointer finger and middle finger she'd slide the first two documents over, first. "Your client's patent request and the approval of his patent, you'll notice the dates at the bottom? Funny how close together they are when it takes a lot more time to get a patent approved. I wonder if I investigated further if I'd find any evidence of fraud to get something sped through the process."
The last two documents were slid across in the a similar manner. "My client's patent request and approval. Again, you'll notice the dates of approval. Interestingly enough both dates are before your client's. Again, I wonder if he paid someone off to approve something that was already patented? Not enough?" She'd slide the thick stack of papers in the middle of the two sets of patent documents. "Proof that my client has been working on this for years. Now. I highly doubt that this trivial lawsuit would ever make it to court, and let alone a jury trial, but..." Her eyes flickered over toward Trent and back to the lawyer and then her lips did curve into a slightly malicious smile, "I'm not so sure you would fare well in front of judge or jury. However, my client has a valid claim. So..." She whipped out yet another set of documents, handing this directly to the lawyer. "A cease and desist letter for your client to shut down his shop or we will be suing. Beneath that you'll find a motion for summary judgement asking the judge to make an immediate decision based on the facts presented as well as a request to reimburse my client for costs and a penalty for wasting everyone's time with a frivolous claim. Beneath that, you'll find a counter claim for theft of intellectual property, fraud for claiming rights after my client discussed her ideas with yours, and you can bet that I will be investigating for evidence of fraud and anything I find will be sent to SPF. I'll give you a minute to read through all of that before you decide on your next move."
Alex Morgan
The detective listened intently as their witness described the brief sounds of a scuffle. Half an hour... that narrowed down the time frame at the very least. It didn't answer really any other questions she had filtering through her minds, but it was unlikely that this stranger would be able to answer those particular questions, regardless. While Tildy continued to interrogate the man, Alex searched her pockets for her card and a pen.
She'd listen to any answer that Liam would give, but on her card she'd cross of Luis' number beneath her own and scroll through her phone to find Tildy's, writing her current partner's name and number on the back of the card so he'd be able to contact them both. As soon as he finishes answering the other detectives questions, Alex will offer up the card. "If there's anything else you might be able to think of, please call either myself" she'd flip the card over to where she'd written Tildy's number and release over the business card, "Or Detective Garnuckle."
Kennedy Alice Sparks
Kennedy, too, noticed the brown ring on the bottom of the paper, but as the letter had barely been started she figured the guy wouldn't mind restarting the letter to his girlfriend or... Oh! She noted the address as the familiar P.O. Box Altsoba receives mail in and reconsidered her earlier thought. Could still be girlfriend, but he hadn't looked young enough to be dating a high school student...
Wow, her mind had really gotten side-tracked. She heard the waitress groan and the blonde tightened the sympathetic arm around the other girl's shoulders, briefly. There wasn't much else they could do unless they wanted to walk out into the street and she had a feeling Diane would be better off inside. Home court and all that.
Glancing over at Fena, Kennedy offered the biker an almost amused smile. "Some interview, huh?"
"Calvin," Chloe rolled her eyes. "One night together and you've already planned a future out together, I'm sure." Her expression softened as Trix continued and she gave her friend a gentle squeeze of the hand. "I'll always worry about you." Beatrix's propensity to fall too hard, too fast had caused a few too many heart breaks, and she simply didn't want to see the artist getting hurt again and again. "Though, it's probably for the best. Sometimes you just need to leave things at one night."
Her expensive heels clacked their way down the hall to the conference room, opening the door for her client and following the other girl in. Chloe was immediately all business, leaving no sign of the earlier friendliness that she'd shown her best friend just a few moments ago; like a switch, it was simply gone.
The blonde took in her opponents: the tattooed face, the mohawk, the very visible tattoos and for what felt like the millionth time, she questioned Trix's taste in men. More so, she saw him how a jury would see him and a smirk threatened to appear. Piece of cake.
Dropping her bag on the table, she gestured for Beatrix to sit while she fished out a think envelope. She said nothing to either the lawyer or his client, and if either attempted to say something, she'd immediately shush them with a single finger and a "Just a moment."
From the envelope she pulled out a two slips of paper laying them right-side up toward the lawyer. Following that was another packet of paper, all the documents that Trix had given her, followed by two more single slips of paper. All the documents were placed facing the two sitting across from her and then Chloe would sit. With her pointer finger and middle finger she'd slide the first two documents over, first. "Your client's patent request and the approval of his patent, you'll notice the dates at the bottom? Funny how close together they are when it takes a lot more time to get a patent approved. I wonder if I investigated further if I'd find any evidence of fraud to get something sped through the process."
The last two documents were slid across in the a similar manner. "My client's patent request and approval. Again, you'll notice the dates of approval. Interestingly enough both dates are before your client's. Again, I wonder if he paid someone off to approve something that was already patented? Not enough?" She'd slide the thick stack of papers in the middle of the two sets of patent documents. "Proof that my client has been working on this for years. Now. I highly doubt that this trivial lawsuit would ever make it to court, and let alone a jury trial, but..." Her eyes flickered over toward Trent and back to the lawyer and then her lips did curve into a slightly malicious smile, "I'm not so sure you would fare well in front of judge or jury. However, my client has a valid claim. So..." She whipped out yet another set of documents, handing this directly to the lawyer. "A cease and desist letter for your client to shut down his shop or we will be suing. Beneath that you'll find a motion for summary judgement asking the judge to make an immediate decision based on the facts presented as well as a request to reimburse my client for costs and a penalty for wasting everyone's time with a frivolous claim. Beneath that, you'll find a counter claim for theft of intellectual property, fraud for claiming rights after my client discussed her ideas with yours, and you can bet that I will be investigating for evidence of fraud and anything I find will be sent to SPF. I'll give you a minute to read through all of that before you decide on your next move."
Alex Morgan
The detective listened intently as their witness described the brief sounds of a scuffle. Half an hour... that narrowed down the time frame at the very least. It didn't answer really any other questions she had filtering through her minds, but it was unlikely that this stranger would be able to answer those particular questions, regardless. While Tildy continued to interrogate the man, Alex searched her pockets for her card and a pen.
She'd listen to any answer that Liam would give, but on her card she'd cross of Luis' number beneath her own and scroll through her phone to find Tildy's, writing her current partner's name and number on the back of the card so he'd be able to contact them both. As soon as he finishes answering the other detectives questions, Alex will offer up the card. "If there's anything else you might be able to think of, please call either myself" she'd flip the card over to where she'd written Tildy's number and release over the business card, "Or Detective Garnuckle."
Kennedy Alice Sparks
Kennedy, too, noticed the brown ring on the bottom of the paper, but as the letter had barely been started she figured the guy wouldn't mind restarting the letter to his girlfriend or... Oh! She noted the address as the familiar P.O. Box Altsoba receives mail in and reconsidered her earlier thought. Could still be girlfriend, but he hadn't looked young enough to be dating a high school student...
Wow, her mind had really gotten side-tracked. She heard the waitress groan and the blonde tightened the sympathetic arm around the other girl's shoulders, briefly. There wasn't much else they could do unless they wanted to walk out into the street and she had a feeling Diane would be better off inside. Home court and all that.
Glancing over at Fena, Kennedy offered the biker an almost amused smile. "Some interview, huh?"