Dumpster || hawkdevil

five

"You're a lawyer?" Clint pushed through the door seconds before Matt let it hit him in the face. He took in the giant sign that indicated it was his and this 'Foggy Nelson'.

"Yes I am. Some of us have to have real jobs."

"Are you saying I don't?"

"Of course not, I'm simply implying it."

Clint plopped himself down on one of the chairs, "Say, Murdock?"

"Yes?"

"If you had the amount of money in that suitcase of yours," the suitcase sat at the desk, brown, and rather boring, likely with nothing in it. "that was the same amount as your phone number, how much would it be? Tell me."

Matt stood for a second, cup in his hand, thinking. Within seconds, he sat the cup down and turned to face Clint, leaning against the desk. "You think you're clever."

"With all do respect Mr. Murdock," he mocked. "I know I am."

"If I tell you my number will you leave?"

"Only if you call me back."

"We have a deal."