The Final Verdict

My father's employer stiffed him on his wages, so he had no choice but to take a bus into the city to find a lawyer.

The old man didn’t know how to use the modern office elevator, so he forced himself to climb 20 flights of stairs just to walk into the law firm, clutching a crumpled, sweat-stained contract.

"Arthur... could you take a look at this for me? The contractor owes me $20,000. What should I do?"

As a founding partner of a prestigious downtown law firm, Arthur Hayes had taken on countless pro bono cases for stray dogs and local animal shelters.