Thomas Louvier
Graham walked into my office. We usually kept things in a casual atmosphere, and when my door was ajar or open, anyone could come into my office and consult wth me about any doubts they might have in any of their cases. It was an unspoken rule between us.
"Graham..." I greeted him and he nodded.
"Mr. Louveier..." He said, and then sighed, "Thomas... I am not sure how to approach this," he said before me, and I nodded. We had a first-name basis around the office; everyone was called by their first name, except my father.
Alright, is this about my wife´s case?" I asked, and he nodded.
"We requested the change, and your uncle approved to have the case handled in the New york courts, that was what we thought but the local judge is interfering and not allowing us to pull
