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those volumes was a rolling brass ladder that provided one access to the many books that flanked her on all sides as she crossed the room.  Only two walls of the office held no books, each at opposite sides of the room; where she had entered and where she was bound for.
    The far wall was a large tinted window that protected a sweeping view beyond.  Outside was the Atlantic Ocean.  The view was, in Regina’s eyes, a reminder that the work that they did here stretched beyond the waters.  
    Graham & Associates was one of the few existing law firms that specialized in international law.  More like the laws that nobody wants to mingle with, she had reflected.  Regina counted herself fortunate that she had been able to come and work within such a prestigious firm as the waiting list to be even be considered to work in such a place was as long as her leg, even if one had the right credentials.  Though a full ride scholarship through Stanford Law and that her family had ties with the firm certainly hadn’t hurt her chances either. 
    She arrived at the desk to the man owning the office and gave him a quick once-over.  James Carver was an old man, pushing at least seventy if she were to guess.  His hair had turned silver and she almost laughed at how well it matched the expensive suit he wore.  His skin bore a few wrinkles at his face and a few liver spots upon his hands, but despite his age he showed no signs of being senile.
    He was, like always, looking at some brief in a manila folder when she entered and he didn’t even look up from it when she arrived at the foot of his desk and settled into one of the two leather chairs facing him.
    “You pack a bag?” he asked, his voice thick with an English accent.
    “Yes,” she replied quickly, “why have I come and where am I going?”
    “I love how you get right to it,” he said, his eyes still scanning the contents of the folder.  “Alexi Romanov, what do you know?”
    She knew the name and recited everything that she knew for a fact.  “Only what I read in the paper.”
    “Highlights,” he commanded politely.
    “Russian national, business tycoon – some kind of tech industry – was over here on business when someone blew the whistle on his questionable business practices back home.  No details given, but whatever it was it was enough to have him hole-up at the Russian Embassy in Washington.  Because of his contacts and because of his money he hasn’t been sent back and he hasn’t been indicted for whatever crimes the Russians say he’s committed.  He’s been there… two weeks now?”
    “Three,” James corrected her. 
    Regina cringed inwardly at herself.  Details, woman, details!
    “And whatever his troubles, they’ve gone from being minor to being shoved into deathly-serious,” James added as he closed the folder and folded his hands in his lap with it, fixing her with his dark brown eyes.  “That’s where you come in.”
    She nodded.  “I’m going to Washington.”  It wasn’t a question.
    “Alexi Romanov’s problems are severe enough that he’s offering five billion, USD, to whichever firm keeps him out of Russian prisons.  I hear Siberia is on the table for him and I understand it’s quite miserable this time of… well… any time of year, really.”
    “And you want me to keep Alexi Romanov out of prison and attain this $5 billion for the firm.”  Again, it wasn’t a question, merely a simple description of her line-of-march.
    “That’s why I’m sending you, Regina.  You’re smart.”
    “Then may I bring up a point of concern?”
    “Please.”
    “Alexi Romanov’s reputation isn’t squeaky clean.  From what I read in the paper his father – whom he inherited his business from – had some questionable practices of his own.  And unless the acorn fell very far from the tree…”
    “You recall law school?  Moral vacuums and all of that, which I’m certain sounds familiar to you?” James asked