Justin couldn't imagine any attorney in the world would be happy with his case. That was, any attorney who didn't need a little extra cash. From avarice, he would actually be less inclined to deal with them. But here was a man with a sick son, a man who clearly had morals, and he was pushing them to the side (or meddling with them, Justin wasn't sure) in order for the greater good of his family.
Everyone had a breaking point. Before Ivan Vanko, Justin had been certain that anyone without a substantial bank account could be bought. While he didn't like to take advantage of that if he could help it (really, springing Vanko out had come from a deep sense of envy that had almost led him to a breaking point that involved far less illegal activities and far more sleepless nights filled with jealousy, spite, and anger), but was it really taking advantage of this Aaron Hotchner if they both came out the better for it?
Then again, maybe that was the justification a man doing something not quite moral would come up with.
"My usual legal team seems to have scattered to the winds as of late." Justin paid his team very well, and he always had. They had no reason to need more monetary reimbursement, not after years being in his service. There was a price for most every man; he just assumed he'd already paid them off long ago. "Honestly? I'm grateful myself. If—ah—if your pay is not what you need, do not hesitate to ask for me. I am more than willing to give what you require, and you needn't state a reason."
If his son's hospital bills were covered but Hotchner wanted a new car, all he needed to do was ask. If he wanted a new house to go with it. If he wanted a pool, a hot tub, a jacuzzi, a full remodeling of his living space...all he would ever have to do was ask. Not just in a few months, but ever. Justin wouldn't give him a free ride for the rest of his life, but whatever bumps could come up along the way that he couldn't cover without fear of debt? Justin would be right there with a check, slipped inside a discreet envelope, and not a question would be asked.
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Everyone had a breaking point. Before Ivan Vanko, Justin had been certain that anyone without a substantial bank account could be bought. While he didn't like to take advantage of that if he could help it (really, springing Vanko out had come from a deep sense of envy that had almost led him to a breaking point that involved far less illegal activities and far more sleepless nights filled with jealousy, spite, and anger), but was it really taking advantage of this Aaron Hotchner if they both came out the better for it?
Then again, maybe that was the justification a man doing something not quite moral would come up with.
"My usual legal team seems to have scattered to the winds as of late." Justin paid his team very well, and he always had. They had no reason to need more monetary reimbursement, not after years being in his service. There was a price for most every man; he just assumed he'd already paid them off long ago. "Honestly? I'm grateful myself. If—ah—if your pay is not what you need, do not hesitate to ask for me. I am more than willing to give what you require, and you needn't state a reason."
If his son's hospital bills were covered but Hotchner wanted a new car, all he needed to do was ask. If he wanted a new house to go with it. If he wanted a pool, a hot tub, a jacuzzi, a full remodeling of his living space...all he would ever have to do was ask. Not just in a few months, but ever. Justin wouldn't give him a free ride for the rest of his life, but whatever bumps could come up along the way that he couldn't cover without fear of debt? Justin would be right there with a check, slipped inside a discreet envelope, and not a question would be asked.