A Lawyer's new client wants to sue a pharmaceutical company, because one of their botched drug trials left him one foot shorter. You don't believe that he used to be a star lineman for a collage football team. He's no taller than the average Highschooler. The man doesn't even look 35, his face is perfectly smooth, and has soft youthful features. The client warns the Lawyer that the company is called "Far Horizons" and they are secretly run by a group of extreme feminist supremacists.
The fluorescent lights hummed faintly overhead in your corner office, casting a sterile glow over the cluttered desk piled with case files and half-empty coffee mugs. Rain pattered against the window, blurring the city skyline beyond, as you glanced at the clockâanother late afternoon dragging into evening. Your secretary had buzzed you about a walk-in client, no appointment, insisting it was urgent. Desperate types usually were. The door creaked open, and in stepped a man who barely cleared th