A Golden Opportunity (?)

[Ms Edyn]

"Um, this way," Night said slowly, slightly disoriented from the sudden, unexpected trip, "I think his office is a couple blocks from the department store."  

[Ms Edyn]

Night sighed, she knew that coming here would bring up certain details from her past, but she couldn't deny she'd hoped it wouldn't, "District Attorney Melissa Gauthier and renowned heart surgeon, Dr. Daniel Gauthier. I'm not really too fond of talking about my childhood. The only pleasant memories I have from then we're my Vulpix, Aetna, and my Houndour, Heru."  

[Ms Edyn]

"Thank you. I'm sure it'll come up eventually, especially with this meeting, but I'd like to at least try and put it all off for as long as possible," Night said as they stopped outside a fairly large building, the sign above the door reading

ROBA & SONS LAW FIRM
Akira Roba | Ando Roba | Hiro Roba
Trust and Estate Attorneys

Night stood outside the or for a moment, staring up at the sign before responding to Sub's mention of her mother's name, "She's been in the DA's office for the past thirty or so years. She was an ADA before I was born then got a promotion when I was eight or nine. Been all over the news for winning big cases. Lot of places you might've seen or heard her name."  

[Ms Edyn]

"Ready as I'll ever be, I guess," Night said, not picking up on Sub's weirdness, too busy fighting her own demons to notice. Taking a deep breath, Night grabbed the handle and walked in.

The receptionist sitting behind the desk didn't even look away from her computer as she said in a bored tone, "Welcome to Roba and Sons. Do you have an appointment?"

Night tossed the letter over the counter and right on top of the woman's hands on her keyboard, "Aleissa Gauthier, I believe Mr. Roba has been wanting to see me?"

"Very well," the woman said, glancing over the letter and handing it back to Night, "I shall also need the names of your two companions."

Night turned to look behind her to Sub and Keiko, not quite sure how to answer in full.  

[Ms Edyn]

"Thank you," the receptionist said, moving to pick up the phone, "Mr. Roba, Ms. Gauthier has arrived. Mhm, yes sir." She hung up the receiver and looked up at the three, "Mr. Roba will be with you shortly. If you would, please have a seat over in the waiting area."

Without waiting to see if the group would do as she asked, the receptionist went back to whatever she had been doing on the computer.

Needing no further prompt, Night made her way to the waiting area and helped herself to a large cup of coffee from the pot in the corner.