"You here for the job?"  He sounds like a man used to being an authority, and he looks like a sixth grade math teacher in his late fiftes.  I hated pre-algebra. 

"Great, you're hired."  Uh huh, this sounds like it's going to be an interesting Thursday.  "This way." He leads me through the door he came in from into what I can only assume is his office, it's furnished by a computer atop a desk and two chairs. 

"Is this all you have, four chairs, a computer, a desk, and a table?"  

"That's all I need, I've found it easier to live with less, than to live for more." Sounds just a little cryptic and pretentious  for my tastes.

"So how do you communicate with clients, Mr. McClain?"  I don't see a phone anywhere.

  "Email mostly, if my clients need anything, they come to me." He's being more than a little dismissive.  "Have you had any cases lately?" This guy is officially a few waves short of a shipwreck. 

His brow furrows.  "Been in kind of slump lately, but I think business is about to pick up, I can feel it."  He looks at me like we're sharing an inside joke.  That's slightly discomforting.  "Let me ask you something---"

  "Toby."

  "Thank you.  Let me ask you something Toby, would you like to make a substantial sum of money, and do virtually no work whatsoever?" 

"As long as it doesn't involve me, you, and a sexual misconduct lawsuit with lewd and lascivious to boot."  

"Don't flatter yourself, it's nothing like that." 

I wonder what this guy could be talking about, maybe I'll get to have a gun or something.  That's either foreboding I feel, or I'm about to throw up.