Jen wakes up in the car, just as it parks in front of a fairly large mansion. It is fairly early in the morning, and she's hefted out of the car by her captor, and carried into the main foyer.
"Is this your place?" she asks. The foyer is modestly decorated, as if whoever bought the place was reluctant in flaunting his wealth.
"Yes. I was pushed into buying it by my colleagues." He replies. Jen manages to recognize the voice this time around, as that of Timothy Downing.
"You were at the meeting, weren't you!?" Jen blurts out, unable to suppress her revelation.
"Yes. I was." He replied, sounding a bit unhappy over the fact.
"... Mr. Downing, was it?" Jen asks, hoping she wasn't mistaken.
"... yes." Downing replies, suddenly seeming a bit timid.
Timothy Downing, as a person, was not the type of person you'd have expected to be a lawyer. He seemed to have a tendency to shy away from the center of attention, though he often did things in his profession which made it clear that he was very different from many of his colleagues. He had a very keen sense when it came to pointing out flaws in the arguments of the opposition, but because of a certain combination of ethical and moral viewpoints, he was prone to backing down from a case if the opposite party had a valid point that coincided with his ideals. It is also, because of this fact, that he has had such a high rate of success as an attorney in, and had built up his fortune on these successes.
Jen was made comfortable in one of the guest bedrooms, and was wondering what happened to the conversation in the foyer. Timothy suddenly stopped answering questions, and set Jen on a nearby chair. Jen managed to catch a glimpse of his face, which was flushed with embarrassment; gone was any sign that he was even capable of breaking into a law firm.
She shrugged it off, attributing it to what had happened that past night.
As Jen lay on the soft bed...