George Gorson Tax Attorney

     George had six people to deal with at once. The mayor and his shore front property scandal, Mrs. Bennett's mounds of falsified receipts, the doctor who actually had only one son for the last six years and three other clients who were deemed inconsequential by the firm. But George wasn't a bastard. George gave not one, not two, but at least three shits about all of his clients even the poorest and most deserving of criminal punishment. The other partners would claim this sympathy of his was a weakness and one Dwight McMurphy used it as a reason to recommend his removal from the firm, or at least the door. Stein, McMurphy, Jackson, Newton, Gorson and Chang was the most powerful law firm in Newark according to Beach Body Illustrated and their weakest link was cut every quarter. George wasn't phased by this fact but McMurphy saw it as an opportunity to push Gorson out and bring in his nephew Bill Simpson. The problem with Simpson wasn't his tendency to lose sensitive case files or even his extreme addiction to smoking styrofoam, the real trouble laid in his misappropriation of funds at his last job with McHerman Trust and associates that landed him in Riker's for a six month term. McMurphy was determined to make sure his nephew had a place just as soon as he was up for parole next spring. 

     Gorson could focus much better when his feet were propped up on his aluminum desk but it severely limited his ability to see a visitor standing in his doorway. This combined with a poor sense of hearing in his left ear due to experience as an artilleryman in the first Iraq war he often ignored visitors to his office. This was especially unfortunate one Friday morning when the mayor's aide (a very timid young man) arrived early and George only looked to the door ten minutes post appointment which meant the aid had left five minutes prior after waiting patiently in the doorway for twenty minutes. The failed appointment led to the loss of Mayor Patel as a client and brought Stein straight to George's door where he did not go unnoticed. 

     Stein was a man by the name Bernardo Alvarez but they called him Stein due to his hardened demeanor and muscular physique. He shouted at George with the wrath of a baboon scorned until his heart rate monitor out-shouted him and he left to "take a lap". George couldn't understand any of the Spanish Stein had shouted at him but he had the notion he should take action to alleviate stress around the workplace. George phoned his favorite spa Thai Message, ordered six cases of Chateau Merlot from the deli and hired Yacob the Yiddish fiddler he met outside his building last week to set the mood. Within 14 hours the entire firm loved George again including McMurphy who never really had a problem with him but simply thought he "wasn't cool".