When Foggy heard the office door open, he put on a smile and stepped out to greet Karen, who looked like she had her arms full. "Glad to see you survived the drunken detective debacle of Hell's Kitchen. Hope it wasn't too much of an issue."
Karen is juggling a paper bag full of bagels and a tray with three coffees as she comes in through the door. "I sort of feel bad for her," she admits as she hands over the tray of coffee and sets the bag down on the desk. "The police were just turning up as I was leaving." She's not in for a fun day. Still, she recognizes the signs well: you can't help someone that doesn't want to help themselves.
She pulls a wrapped bagel from the bag and shows it to Foggy with an arch of her brow. "Any guesses?"
Foggy happily takes the coffee tray and sets it on Karen's desk to join the bagels. A perfect New York breakfast.
"Shit. Well, hope she doesn't call us hoping for a defense. Best we can hope for, I think." He gives a tight smile.
When she pulls the bagel from the bag he leans in and squints, and even gives an exaggerated sniff, as if he could tell what it smelled like through the paper.
"Hm... Some sort of... torus-shaped baked good, I imagine. With some sort of... creamed dairy product?"
"Isn't she still buddied up with Hogarth's firm? The new one? We probably won't be her first call," Karen points out. Small miracles.
There's a beat of silence after his guess, and then she lets out a laugh. "I would like it officially noted in the records that I object to your use of technical vagueries in your guesswork." Still, she hands the bagel over. "Cheddar."
She leans against the edge of her desk as she unwraps her own bagel and takes a bite. "Any interesting cases?"
"She is. I don't think she can afford Hogarth, though. Even when she's on her own, she's still expensive. Plus, she knows we work for charity cases like her." He grumbles a little, but his smile returns when she hands over the bagel.
"You're the best. I was trying out my best Matt. How'd I do?"
He unwraps his bagel and takes a bite. "Depends on what you call 'interesting'. There's a civil suit about what someone thinks is a stolen dog."
"Yeah, but she strikes me as the type to very much enjoy having someone like Jessica in her debt," Karen points out with a frown. That's - probably not a rabbit hole that she wants to go down. Hogarth's been through enough in the past year without Karen targeting her for a piece for the Bulletin.
Her mouth quirks in an amused smile when he explains the reason behind his vagueries. "Oh, shockingly Mattlike. It's almost like he's in the room."
She chews thoughtfully as he elaborates on his cases, curious about his phrasing. "Thinks is a stolen dog. What do you think it actually is?"
"You might be right. Hogarth does play nasty like that.." He shivers and reaches for his coffee.
"Well... I don't know yet. Hard to tell, you know? Lady's dog goes missing, a week later, one just like it is being walked by a neighbor. Real expensive one, you know? Neighbor says it's his, but the lady's not buying it." He shrugs. "Not great with animals so I dunno about that one. There's also someone being sued for rent after their building got destroyed. Had to be relocated, but apparently the landlord was still tallying up rent. Like I said, been a pretty slow morning so far."
Karen's brow furrows as she ponders the details of the case. "I mean, that one should be pretty open and shut, right? Most people chip their dogs now, especially expensive ones. You get a vet to scan the chip, find out what vet is responsible for the dog's care, and you have the dog's whole history on hand."
The second case is much more attention grabbing. She nods slowly, idly turning the coffee cup between her palms. "Yeah, but that one could have legs to go further. How many properties does that landlord manage? How many tenants does he have? Is this the only person being effected by their business practice?"
"That was my thought. Pretty easy to prove, not really worth our time with what we've been dealing with lately. But the other one could be more worthwhile."
Foggy sighs, sifting through the shallow memories of what he's looked through already. "8, maybe 10 properties? Properties ranging from 10-30 residents? Not exactly a real estate mogul, but in New York, that's no chump change, either. We haven't been reached out to by anyone else yet, but maybe we can reach out to other tenants of the building... but that might require a bit of digging -- literally. Who knows if the landlord would wanna give up the names of the other tenants." One corner of his mouth curls in a smile. "Sounds right up your alley, Ms. Investigative Journalist."
Karen's nodding her head as he runs over the details. It's not a lot of people, all things considered, but like he said - apartments and condos in New York are expensive. They're looking at hundreds of thousands of dollars a year here, and if they can band enough of them together to file a class action law suit...yeah, they could definitely have something interesting on their hands.
She grins at him when he offers to bring her in on it. "I was already planning on digging when you gave me the numbers." Turning her wrist, she takes a quick glance down at her watch. She has a few leads she has to chase that morning, but she has time. "I can get on it this afternoon. I'll have names for you before the end of the business day."
Foggy can't help himself but to smile at her response. It was more than he had hoped for, but exactly what he wanted, somehow. Even though they'd spent some time apart and they'd both grown in their... fields? It still felt as though nothing had really changed at all, except that maybe Karen had some leads she could chase, and Foggy maybe had a little more clout than before. Still, he felt confident that this was something good.
"You sure? I've been told the property owner's kind of a brute. You sure you're up to the task?" His expression turns a bit more severe. "You feel like it's getting rough, you promise you'll give me or Matt a call? Or at least get out of there? I don't wanna sell you short but... you're important to us. We wanna help."
Karen leans back and gives Foggy a fondly amused look as he lectures her. "If it's getting rough, I'm not going to be reaching into my bag for my cell phone," she reminds him. "Besides, I doubt I'll actually have to see the guy in person today. I've got a few different contacts I can reach out to that can probably help me out."
She offers a small smile before she continues. "I'll keep that in mind, but I'm not going anywhere. I told you." She tips her head to indicate the door. "Name on the sign."
"See, that's why I like you," he says with a smile. "Dedicated, strongheaded, willing to get shit done. I mean... I wish you'd consult with us on legalities sometimes, but we seem to have been pretty good about finding loopholes so far. We'll keep doing that so long as you don't make us work too hard." He nods down to her bag. "That means using that as a last resort."
He takes another grateful bite of his bagel, happy to fill his stomach with something of substance after rushing out the door that morning. "I know. We're working on it. I hate it, but we've gotta build our base first. After your stint at the Bulletin, we have to work on divorcing your persona from the journalist. You're still integral to our firm, you know that, right?"
“You’re the only partner in this firm I’ll accept criticism on legalities from,” Karen answers promptly as her mouth curls into a fond smirk. Matt Murdock: vigilante at law. She pats the side of her bag in a way that would probably be more reassuring if they were talking about literally anything else. “Don’t worry, I’m not in any rush to use it. It’s strictly for self defense.”
She watches with an amused expression as he takes an impressive bite of his bagel. She takes a sip of her coffee, and quickly waves her hand at his apologetic return. “No, no, I don’t want you to put me up there until I’ve got my license. I’m just saying. That’s the goal.” She offers a smile as she gestures at the door with her coffee cup. “I know. Don’t get used to the bagel delivery, though.”
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When Foggy heard the office door open, he put on a smile and stepped out to greet Karen, who looked like she had her arms full. "Glad to see you survived the drunken detective debacle of Hell's Kitchen. Hope it wasn't too much of an issue."
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She pulls a wrapped bagel from the bag and shows it to Foggy with an arch of her brow. "Any guesses?"
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"Shit. Well, hope she doesn't call us hoping for a defense. Best we can hope for, I think." He gives a tight smile.
When she pulls the bagel from the bag he leans in and squints, and even gives an exaggerated sniff, as if he could tell what it smelled like through the paper.
"Hm... Some sort of... torus-shaped baked good, I imagine. With some sort of... creamed dairy product?"
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There's a beat of silence after his guess, and then she lets out a laugh. "I would like it officially noted in the records that I object to your use of technical vagueries in your guesswork." Still, she hands the bagel over. "Cheddar."
She leans against the edge of her desk as she unwraps her own bagel and takes a bite. "Any interesting cases?"
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"You're the best. I was trying out my best Matt. How'd I do?"
He unwraps his bagel and takes a bite. "Depends on what you call 'interesting'. There's a civil suit about what someone thinks is a stolen dog."
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Her mouth quirks in an amused smile when he explains the reason behind his vagueries. "Oh, shockingly Mattlike. It's almost like he's in the room."
She chews thoughtfully as he elaborates on his cases, curious about his phrasing. "Thinks is a stolen dog. What do you think it actually is?"
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"Well... I don't know yet. Hard to tell, you know? Lady's dog goes missing, a week later, one just like it is being walked by a neighbor. Real expensive one, you know? Neighbor says it's his, but the lady's not buying it." He shrugs. "Not great with animals so I dunno about that one. There's also someone being sued for rent after their building got destroyed. Had to be relocated, but apparently the landlord was still tallying up rent. Like I said, been a pretty slow morning so far."
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The second case is much more attention grabbing. She nods slowly, idly turning the coffee cup between her palms. "Yeah, but that one could have legs to go further. How many properties does that landlord manage? How many tenants does he have? Is this the only person being effected by their business practice?"
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Foggy sighs, sifting through the shallow memories of what he's looked through already. "8, maybe 10 properties? Properties ranging from 10-30 residents? Not exactly a real estate mogul, but in New York, that's no chump change, either. We haven't been reached out to by anyone else yet, but maybe we can reach out to other tenants of the building... but that might require a bit of digging -- literally. Who knows if the landlord would wanna give up the names of the other tenants." One corner of his mouth curls in a smile. "Sounds right up your alley, Ms. Investigative Journalist."
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She grins at him when he offers to bring her in on it. "I was already planning on digging when you gave me the numbers." Turning her wrist, she takes a quick glance down at her watch. She has a few leads she has to chase that morning, but she has time. "I can get on it this afternoon. I'll have names for you before the end of the business day."
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"You sure? I've been told the property owner's kind of a brute. You sure you're up to the task?" His expression turns a bit more severe. "You feel like it's getting rough, you promise you'll give me or Matt a call? Or at least get out of there? I don't wanna sell you short but... you're important to us. We wanna help."
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She offers a small smile before she continues. "I'll keep that in mind, but I'm not going anywhere. I told you." She tips her head to indicate the door. "Name on the sign."
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He takes another grateful bite of his bagel, happy to fill his stomach with something of substance after rushing out the door that morning. "I know. We're working on it. I hate it, but we've gotta build our base first. After your stint at the Bulletin, we have to work on divorcing your persona from the journalist. You're still integral to our firm, you know that, right?"
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She watches with an amused expression as he takes an impressive bite of his bagel. She takes a sip of her coffee, and quickly waves her hand at his apologetic return. “No, no, I don’t want you to put me up there until I’ve got my license. I’m just saying. That’s the goal.” She offers a smile as she gestures at the door with her coffee cup. “I know. Don’t get used to the bagel delivery, though.”