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"Would you please stop doing that?" I asked, after slurping down the last remaining bit of my spaghetti.

"Hmmm?" I didn't need to look up to know that my boss had a sly little smirk on his face. "Doing what?" I cringed when I heard the husky breathe in heavily, for the sixth time.

"That, would you please stop taking in my scent!" I growled as I felt the fur around my cheeks rise from the embarrassment. Really hate when I don't take a shower. I can put enough cologne over me to hide the smell from a lot of our clients, even the canines, but from this husky? It was impossible and he always let me know...and I swear if we weren't in the office and only on lunch, I would have thrown a stray meatball at his face.

Collin laughed, deep and rich, as he slapped his lap. "It's funny hearing you get so frustrated. You're too calm and cold, and you scare the bulk of our clients," Collin said, before shoving into his muzzle a forkful of the spaghetti that his sister made for us.

"You never seem to have a problem with it any other time," I said.

Collin shrugged. "Well, having a Liger as a secretary seems to keep any of the riff-raff that the court sends my way in order, so I don't see why I would complain. Well, except when some of the ladies ask for your number. Now that can get embarrassing."

I groaned and shook my head as Collin snickered on. "You're not serious, are you?"

"Don't worry, I made sure to tell them that you don't pitch for their team. They shut up quick enough."

I smiled. "You really have no filter, do you?"

"Not at all!" Collin chuckled.

"I see why your sister can't stand you."

Collin's ears went limp at the mention of his older sister and caretaker. There wasn't a day that Collin and his sister Jane didn't come into the office bickering about something. It was the only time that I had the pleasure to watch my, clean, decisive attorney of a boss get flustered. "Now that's a low blow. Jane is just too bossy and hates when people don't follow her every command."

"Yeah, and you definitely don't. Now, what was it she said earlier? If you don't straighten up your act, she won't cook for you again?" Just saying that brought a smile to my face.

"That also goes for you too, smartass."

I waved my fork about. "Nope, just you. When you went back into your office, she whispered that she won't leave me out of her cooking."

"You back-stabber!"

"Now, now, weren't you the one that said I was a ladies' man?" I snickered as Collin's muzzle scrunched up.

"I'll remember that when it comes to your schedules," Collin said with a snort.

I couldn't help but smile at the husky's childish demeanor. When I first stumbled onto the Help Wanted sign outside of the firm, I was pretty sure that I wouldn't even get the job, like every other job I applied to. Dressing to impress isn't just a statement to be taken lightly, which I found out the hard way when I only had the tattered scrubs of my past life that definitely showed wear and tear.

To say I was a beaten dog wouldn't be far from the truth. When you don't have the money to buy clothes and clean said clothes, it made it hard for anyone to want to even give you the time of day, much less hire you.

Not that it stopped me. The worst they could say is no, was the only thing I kept in mind when I went to apply. Even though my dad threw me out and my mother disowned me, the values they placed in me stayed. I'm no quitter and I was definitely not going to stay in the shelter my entire life. So even though things felt bleak I kept on pushing, because Karma had to cut a man a break eventually.

Right?

Thankfully, that was when I first met Collin. The husky was the textbook definition of a lawyer. I remember it still so vividly. He was sitting down, dressed in a black suit, white undershirt which matched his white and black coat. The first thought I had when I saw him was what it would be like to mess up such a soft and nicely groomed coat of fur. To be able to trail my fingers down along his spine, clawing gently, feeling his body twitch and tense up against mine before wrapping my paws around his hips, was a pleasant thought.

The next thought was who in the world would wear sunglasses in their office? Yeah, you heard me right, sunglasses. Slick, movie star glasses that completely stop you from seeing their eyes. Don't get me wrong, with that suit, that thick coat of black and white, and those glasses, he definitely could outdo any movie star I could think of.

At that time I might as well have said "Hi, you're fucking hot, let's skip the interview and lock the doors", because I'm pretty sure that was the look on my face. I mean, a man in a suit is already a delicious treat for the eyes, but when the corner of those thin lips perked up it might as well been the devil himself was in that chair. I'm not the kind of guy that likes to kiss or make out. Once in awhile sure. But in the face of such an enticing smile, I could barely resist the urge to go over there, pull him out of his chair and take a taste of those lips.

It took me a moment to get myself together, and resist adjusting the chub I was sporting at the time. Not that it would have helped; the moment I took a seat, it was impossible for me not to catch the waft of Old Spice mixed with his own scent. That chub turned straight into a full-blown hard-on, making me hope that both of our colognes hid my sexual arousal.

Which it must have, because Collin didn't seem the least bit disturbed. Instead he went straight to business about the job position, my qualifications, the whole nine yards. When he talked it was smooth and elegant, like every word he said had been planned out from start to finish. You didn't doubt him, couldn't because the husky never seemed to be wrong. For the most part of the interview, I sat there and listened to him, falling into a sense of calming peace at the tone of his voice. He never seemed to be in a rush and didn't apply any pressure like most of the assholes I interviewed with.

At least until he asked where I was currently staying at.

When that question came up, my heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach. I had felt I nailed the interview, that I had a decent chance of getting a damn good job as a secretary at this firm. Sure, wasn't the most masculine job, but it would help me money-wise and even when I attempted to go back to school. Yet, I felt that this was the trick question that could make me or break me. So what did I do?

I told him the truth.

I'm no liar, wasn't raised up to be one and wasn't going to start now. For a moment, Collin sat there, thinking, processing, making my stomach feel like there was a train wreck from hell going on in it. Then, he smiled and asked when I could start working.

I literally jumped up out of my seat and was ready to do a happy dance right there on the spot. All the no's, the disgust, and the disrespect I had gotten quickly turned to the most amazing "yes".

Collin was laughing as he got out of his chair. Compared to me in height, Collin barely reached up to my chest,making him around five foot nine or ten, the perfect height for me. I have a major thing for men who are shorter than me. Something I picked up while I was "straight" and something I don't plan on letting go. Especially when they as jaw-dropping gorgeous as Collin.

Collin reached under his desk and grabbed out a stick. It was long and white, with a red tip at the end of it. That was when realization hit me, hard.

Collin was blind.

It was no wonder he wasn't biased. The entire time he couldn't see me in my stain-covered dress shirt, long claw-mark scar beneath my eye given to me by my dad, nor the three earrings I had in both ears. It took a blind husky to give a guy the chance he needed to prove himself.

Which only made him that more attractive. Yeah, I get it, finding a guy even sexier than what they already are just because they are blind is...a bit weird. However, I don't see that as a flaw of Collin's. If I could, I would reach up, rub my thumb along the side of his muzzle up to his sunglasses and remove them to see what color eyes he had. Yeah, creeper mode, but when you look at someone and don't see an "oh a homeless guy" look, you might quickly fall for them too.

Since then, I've been here for three months, pushing four, and it already felt like I had been here for years now. Collin had long since lost his business casual demeanor, and became more relaxed, playful with me. Which I didn't mind one bit.

Minus the constant teasing, which he seemed to be a master at.

My ears perked as Collin slurped up a strand of spaghetti, causing the sauce to scatter all over him. "Really Collin?" My shoulders slacked.

Collin cocked his head up at the disapproval in my voice. "What?"

"You got spaghetti sauce all over you..."

Collin's ears drooped as he licked at his lips, which was far from where the red stain marks smeared his white cheek fur. "How bad is it?"

Shaking my head I got up and grabbed a napkin. Collin's ears were perked, as he was obviously following the sounds of my footsteps. "Bad enough," I leaned over and gently wiped off the remaining spots of red off of his fur, "that you're going to have to use one of those spare suits your sister makes sure you come in with."

Collin's body went rigid at the touch. It was obvious that he fought with himself to not pull away, which made my heart drop. This wasn't the first time Collin has done this. Ever since I had first told Collin that I was gay, Collin has been hesitant if not completely reluctant for me to touch him. I'm not sure if you might know how it feels, but it's one thing when the guy you like obviously doesn't like you. However when you eat, hang out, and work with said guy where everything seems like a fantasy, only to have them yank away any time you get close to them, it hurts. And I don't mean just any kind of hurt. Like, having someone come by and take a sledgehammer to smash your beliefs, leaving you with a hole that you want to fill but you're unsure how.

I mean, Collin wasn't homophobic. I would have been fired long ago if that was the case. Besides, I doubt I could run into a more open-minded individual than this husky here in Rockfell, especially in the legal area. Yet that didn't make me feel better whenever he played the keep-away card.

Biting my bottom lip till I could taste a hint of copper, I pulled the napkin away from Collin's face. "There you go. At least you don't look like you're a ten-year-old pup getting fed his favorite food."

Collin was sitting in his chair still, staring down at his half-finished plate with such a guilty expression that it made me feel more like shit. Don't ask how he knows it bothers me that he does this; I never thought to ask, just like I never vocalize my dislike of it. Maybe he could smell my depression in the air, or hell, with his hearing maybe he can hear my heartbeat nearly stop when he does it. Whatever the reason, everytime he looks like this I want to see the smile on his face again and to get over that horrible taste in my mouth.

Yanking open the bottom draw of my desk, I pulled out my sack of clothes and grabbed the neatly folded bundle of clothes that Jane had left for Collin. "Here we go, though hopefully they don't smell too bad since I place my clothes on top of them."

Collin's ears perked up and his expression softened. "Don't tell me you're still upset about what Jane said to you this morning?"

"She said I needed to take a shower! Add that to you constantly sniffing at me when I walk by, of course I'll be!" I said, as playfully as I could.

It worked, because Collin's smile spread wide across that adorable mug of his. "You're such a pushover," Collin said. "Here I thought you were some big brute who didn't take offense so easily."

"Only to those I have some respect for. Which is why your sister can get to me."

"Wait, just my sister?" Collin cocked his brow.

I smiled while placing the clothes in front of Collin. "You can, but until you bring me dinner, I'm going to have to say that you're not anywhere close to where your sister stands on my totem pole."

Reaching out, Collin grabbed the bundle of clothes and said, "Well then, I guess you need to come to my place then, so I can make you the best sandwich you ever had."

My back stiffened as I inhaled sharply, which made Collin's ears perk up in my direction. "Your sister actually lets you fix your own food?!"

"I can't make anything hot, but she does make sure that the food in the fridge is labeled with Braille so if I want to make a quick sandwich I can." The husky flashed his pearly whites.

"Uh-huh. I'll ask Jane about your sandwich-making skills."

"Or you can, I don't know...come over and try it yourself?" Collin ear flicked.

My whiskers twitched at the slight hesitation in Collin's voice. "I might, though if you're going to try and push that subject, the answer is still no."

"Zeke--"

"Collin, it's fine. You helped me enough by giving me this job. I couldn't ask for more." I definitely couldn't ask to stay in the same house as my boss. Being this close to him, taking in his scent, hearing his voice, and being in his presence day in and out was hard enough on me. If I lived with Collin, I wouldn't be sure if I could hold myself back. Especially since it's been several months since I last "indulged" myself.

With a sigh, Collin got up out of his seat and took hold of his cane. "Zeke, I don't know why you keep acting like I'm throwing a pity party for you, and don't say you don't. You're horrible at hiding it in your voice."

I scratched the back of my neck. "You know, sometimes I wish you weren't blind, cause this Jedi mind trick you do is really creepy."

A smirk played in Collin's eyes as he tucked the clothes under his arm. "I doubt it, cause I'm pretty sure it'd be even easier to read you if I could see you."

"Whatever you say. Go get changed, break is almost over and I doubt the next client wants to be told that you're in the middle of changing your suit."

"Who knows, they may like that," Collin said as he turned around with a sway of that fluffy white tail, then stopped. Looking back towards me he paused. "Zeke, I'm serious though. I'm not offering this out of pity. I want you to know that."

My tail tapped against the leg of my chair at the sound of genuine sincerity in Collin's voice. Licking the blood from my lip, I reeled in my haywire emotions before saying. "I know, but my answer still remains," I said before getting up and heading back to my desk.

A small sigh came from Collin's office, followed by a click of the bathroom door closing. Looking back toward the office, my head dropped along with my shoulders. Fuck. I hated how right Miles was. Every time Collin made the offer of me moving in with him, an internal war would always rage inside my gut. Of course, my pride would never let allow Collin to shelter me. That, and how could I when I knew that he didn't feel truly comfortable around me? I don't think I could push myself into a situation where I could cause a gap in our friendship.

Just like what happened with Darrel.

No. I'll just stick it out for a while longer. Just a bit more and I should have enough saved up for my own place, I said to myself as I rubbed my eyes. Till then, I'll just hold back my desire to swallow that husky whole. Even if it's driving me insane.

I leaned over my desk and glared. There were a few files laid out on my desk to look at for some of the cases that Collin had to handle. Thank god we had a text-to-braille converter. Jane teaching us how to read Braille hasn't been the most fluid process in the world. But with her and Collin both helping, I had been able to pick up a decent amount, just nowhere near as efficient as I needed to be to write or read it fluently.

Knitting my brow, I started to get to work on a few of the emails that the court had sent our way. Collin was a private attorney that was normally hired by the court when they needed to take some of the overflow from the current public attorney. The man could have gotten into just about anything he wanted in all honesty, but every time I had asked him "why public attorney?" he simply said the cases where more interesting.

I can't say whether that's true or not.

All I know is that the court sends some of the weirdest people to our doorstep. Last one we had to work with was a female buffalo who thought it was okay to walk into the place with her pajamas, three kids, and in slippers. What made it better was that she came into the office already screaming about how the legal system was out to get her. It took every part of me to not to tell her that we didn't want her, so she didn't have to worry much about that.

However, I was a good liger and kept my mouth shut. Besides, when she saw me sitting at the desk she instantly shut her mouth too. A usual reaction from those that entered our firm.

Hell, I have even had a guy ask me why a bodyguard like me was at the desk like some secretary. My answer. "I'm sorry. I forgot my dress at home, so I'm not as pretty as I usually am. Still can help, love." That was the first time I heard Collin break his perfect businessman attitude during actual work hours and the first time we had "normal" clients walk right out.

Since then, I have had some of the guys at the court ask me if I wanted to play security guard and take their shifts, and some of the clerks ask me to stand in for them.

Shaking my head I entered in an attachment of a document and sent it to the court. Karma. I wasn't sure what I had did to piss her off back when my folks had kicked me out, nor what I did to her to have her put me through the hell of the few months of being jobless and homeless.

However, I gotta thank Karma for one thing. She wasn't the type to make a man suffer for nothing. I haven't felt so...at home since the incident with my parents. Yes, I know it sounds corny, but here at the firm I could feel welcome, loved, and cared for. I mean Jane was like the sister. The woman would come in all the time, feed us, tease us, but also make sure me and Collin were alright. While Collin, as weird as it sounds when it comes to the guy I'm, well, falling for... is like my older brother. He always keeps me busy, all while being playful and upbeat. Unlike my brother disowned me for being gay, it only bothers Collin, but he doesn't let it keep it from not talking to me.

While my sister...I don't know what's going on with her. I barely got to talk with her through college since mom and dad shunned her for her career choices and also because of how busy she was. For all I know, she didn't even know I was gone yet.

Looking back towards Collin's closed door, I could hear the faintest sound of a finger tracing along a piece of paper. A smile crept on my face. Yeah, shit happened, but at least Karma wasn't enough a bitch to not allow anything good to come my way.

My ears twitched at the sound of a bell from the front door. "Hello, how can I help you?" I asked and halted.

"Well I'll be damned. George's boy got himself off the streets at last, and into a decent job at that!" a thick-bellied crocodile said with a smirk as he adjusted his belt.

My eyes narrowed at the police officer in front of me. "Good to see you to, Eric. Is there something I can help you with?"

The croc sized me up for a second, a gleam of disgust twinkled into his eyes. "I got something that one of the clerks wanted me to give Collin's secretary. Though, I wouldn't have expected it to be you."

"Well, surprise! So what is it that they wanted you to give us?" I said, without holding back the venom in my voice.

Eric's snout twitched when he heard the tone I took with him, the same way he did back when I was a cub and gave him lip. Never cared for the croc then, and I sure as hell didn't care for him now. And to be truthful, neither did my old man and my mom. Eric was the type of cop you DID NOT want to pull you over.To sum it up, he's an asshole who thinks his dick is bigger than everyone else's but doesn't realize that his wife talks shit about their sex life. Also yes, the last part is true, she really does.

"A case for the man of the office to work on. DUI case, client can't pay for his own attorney so the court wanted to appoint Collin to this case. I'm sure he won't mind." Eric tossed the file on the desk, as if he couldn't stand to get any closer to me.

I could feel the smile creep up on my face as the deadly chill seeped out of my body. If I wasn't at work,f this asshole wasn't an officer, and if I didn't have to risk seeing my old man down at the station, I would have already gotten up and painted the lovely wood-oaked desk red with Eric's face. "Thank you. I'll let him know." I said, through gritted teeth.

Eric smirked and put his cap back on before walking to the door. "Oh yeah." Eric stopped after he opened up the door to look back at me. "I'll make sure to let your old man know that you're doing fine. Hopefully knowing you got a job as a secretary at a firm would make him feel like he didn't waste his money on nothing." He closed the door behind him.

"That son of a bitch!" I slammed my fist into the desk, causing my keyboard and paper to fall off. "Just because he's got a badge he thinks I won't come up and lay him the fuck out! I swear to god." My claws extended and sank into my desk.

My ears swerved over to the sound of a light tap against a wall. "I see you two know each other." My tail dropped as I looked over to see the look of concern in Collin's face.

"I wish I didn't to be honest..." I said, doing my best to reign the annoyance in my voice.

Not that it helped. "A lot of people will say the same. Eric is a real piece of work. Shocked they haven't fired him yet." Collin looked down as his white cane tapped against the ground a few times till it touched against the keyboard. "Though, I take it that you don't want him telling your dad about working for me?"

My ears dropped. How could I mistake the sliver of sadness in Collin's voice. After the first month of working here, Collin had gotten me to open up, a lot more than most have been able to do. So of course I had told him about my situation with my parents. How I was kicked out with just the clothes on my back and a few of my belongings.

However, I didn't care about my dad, nor the fact that the asshole might be trying to ruffle my father's fur because his son wasn't a good-for-nothing like he had thought I was. Right now, my attention was focused on the small husky in front of me who seemed like he could hold the world on his shoulders, but looked lonely doing it. "Trust me. I'm absolutely happy and proud I'm working at this firm Collin. I..."

Collin shook his head. "You're fine. I understand that the issues you have with your family. So I won't barge into it."

My shoulders dropped. From the look on Collin face, he didn't seemed to be bothered by what had happened, however I knew better. The husky was damn good at hiding when something bothered him, and that tremor in his voice that I barely caught earlier still echoed in my mind. Eric, I swear...

"So wonder what drunken fool decided it was smart to drink and drive this time?" Collin said as he walked up to my desk. "Especially in our town."

I snorted. "You're telling me. That's like asking to pay out of the ass to the state. Madison has been cracking down hard on this shit."

"Can you blame him? As the chief of police that has shaped up the town more so than any of his predecessors, he has a lot of people expecting a lot from him."

"Yeah I guess you're right. Wouldn't like to have the governor of the state constantly using me as an example for others to see what a good chief can do." Opening up the file, my eyes twitched. "Well looks like this is for your eyes only."

"They sent it in Braille again, didn't they?" Collin asked.

"Like always." I sighed. "I really wish they'd listen to me about sending two copies."

"They're cheap, what can I say. That, or maybe they're saying you need to learn how to read Braille already." Collin smiled.

My tail curled around the leg of the chair as I got up and handed the folder over to Collin's open paw. "Why is it that I feel you tell them to do this to me?"

"I don't know." Collin shrugged and I rolled my eyes. Taking the folder out of my paw, he leaned back up against the wall and propped the folder up between two fingers and his thumb. Sitting back down I couldn't help but notice the way Collin casually ran his fingerpads across each line, and the way his brow furrowed when he was concentrating. It was hard to not take in the way his chest pressed against his suit with each breath, down to the bounce of his tail each time it moved.

An all-too-familiar feeling of heat surged to the tips of my ears. It felt wrong, but also amazing to be able to look over Collin without him knowing. Collin was like the Bruce Wayne of the lawyer world. When he wasn't on a case he was so laid back, chill, and a wise-ass. But place a job in front of him and he looked like a mountain that couldn't be shaken every time he held a file in paw. His fingers took in every detail without skipping a single thing, and he always had a calm and stainless expression behind those sunglasses.

If only he could actually place those files down and actually work those long steady finger across my face, down my chest, and around my waist...

I sighed mentally and forced myself to look back at my desk. There was really no reason to keep playing those images in my head when there was no chance of that ever happening. I couldn't undo his suit, couldn't run my paws through his soft coat, could never feel his breath against my ear or his lips around my shaft. Collin was literally just my boss.

Yup. My boss who I had a straight-man crush on.

My head dropped along with my tail before I looked up at the computer screen. Ten new emails had popped up in just that short span of time, making me want to literally head-desk. Scooping my stuff off the floor I took a sip of my hours-old coffee and let the lingering warmth ease take away the encroaching headache as I started to type away. A lot of the emails we receive are mainly information for current cases for us from the court to look over. Some of them are clients getting in touch with us to set up appointments. All of which I have to not only schedule or file, but also translate into Braille and make sure everything works and meets Collin's schedule.

Minus, of course, the documents that the courts directly deliver to Collin's paws. Those he normally had to review himself before giving them to his sister, who was his past secretary, to translate for me. Especially since the text to Braille converter was...well not as skilled into changing Braille into text as it was the other way around.

My ears perked as Collin's tail stopped wagging. Looking back at his face, I could see how tense his body had gotten and that it was taking a lot for him not to show something was bothering him. "Collin, what's wrong?"

"Nothing..." he said at the same time as he squeezed the file in his paw. "I...have to look over this in a bit more detail."

My brow furrowed as I got up to my feet. "That doesn't sound like nothing. What did this guy do? Was it really a DUI?"

"It doesn't matter. I'm an attorney; whether it's stupid alcoholics or murderers, it's my job to defend them till they're proven guilty," Collin said, his voice growing soft yet cold.

The fur on the back of my neck stood up at the change in Collin's voice. "Collin, what is it that's bother--"

"It's nothing," Collin voice turned from soft to firm as his ears laid back.

"Whoa, that sure as hell doesn't sound fine," I said. "What's so fucked up about this guy that even got to you? Did he go around raping children or something?"

The fur on the back of Collin's neck stood up as he pushed away from the wall. He didn't even bother to look my way as he turned to his office door before saying. "I don't pry into the things that bother you, Zeke. I ask that you don't do it with me."

I snorted. "I never said you couldn't, now did I?" I said, harsher than I should have.

Collin stopped in mid stride, turned around and snapped, "Because I respect my clients' and coworkers' privacy."

My mouth hung open, but no words would come out as I stared at Collin. "Excuse me?" I finally said.

I didn't need to have my ears pressed against Collin's chest to hear his heartbeat falter from regret. "I...didn't mean to--"

"No. I think you did." I said, interrupting him. "I just wanted to be a friend and see if I can help. But I guess I'm just a coworker. Nothing more."

"Zeke, you know that isn't the case." Collin's voice dropped along with his shoulders.

There was a icy cold grip in my chest, one that dug its nails deep into my heart. "Whatever Collin..."

"For fuck's sake Zeke. If I felt like that, why would I offer you to stay at my place?" Collin growled.

I shrugged, but I didn't have the gall to look at him. I know he said he wasn't giving me the pity treatment, and part of me wanted to believe him. Yet this whole switch in his demeanor, his personality, kind of caused that side of me to be drowned. "I don't know...but I sure as hell wish I knew, because these mixed signals you give me is killing me."

Collin's tail lost it's curl. "You can't be serious..."

My eyes narrowed while shoving my paws into my pants pockets. "I am. I've been through a shitstorm these past few months, Collin. I'm not perfect, but I wouldn't hide anything from you. I was hoping to get the same treatment back from you. Like..." Friends? Partners? Lovers? All three words tried to come out all at the same time, getting stuck in my throat and causing me to suffocate under the silence.

Now it was Collin's turn to stand there with his mouth agape. There was a thousand different emotions flashing across the husky's face: guilt, concern, and annoyance were the more obvious ones. Digging his claws into the folder, to the point his nails almost ripped through it, Collin finally tilted his head towards me and said, "You know, before you go rambling about the hell you've been through, you should think that maybe someone has been through much worse, thank you." Collin snapped as he turned around and slammed the door behind him.

Fuck! I wanted to punch something, but kept it all in. What the hell did he mean, to see if someone had it rougher than me? Sure, there are people with a fucked-up past, but what did that have to do with the two of us? All I wanted was for him to open up to me the same way I do with him. To let me in and make me feel like I wasn't a burden. Yet he still pulled away from me whenever I even touched him and he didn't even confide in me when something's bothering him.

Instead, the damn husky would rather bottle it up inside until he explodes.

Biting my lip, I sat down at the desk and sent an email to the court to ask for a copy of the transcript of the files that crocodile ass-hat had brought over. Of course, the reply I got was that it would be a day before the translated copy would be sent. Like always...