One of the men who entered, Karen noticed, appeared to be blind. Was this a joke? A cruel joke? The blond male asked if she could be uncuffed from the desk and the officer seemed dubious of complying with his request. Karen didn't think she'd be able to overpower anyone and make an escape, so she didn't see what the problem was, unless the officers were under some kind of outside order from someone, someone she worked for. Karen felt even more uneasy and wished she had water or something to settle herself. Of course a stiff drink would have been more effective but right now, she would have settled for a cup of water. The officer asked what Karen was still thinking and this time, the dark haired man responded by saying they were her lawyers, an answer neither her nor the dick of a cop, was expecting. She looked from him to the pair of so-called lawyers, wondering who sent them and if she could even trust them. For all she knew, they were lying. Thankfully however, the man uncuffed her and left them alone, making Karen believe that maybe the two guys might actually be trying to help her. The blind man introduced himself and as well as his friend as two D.A's and she swallowed. Even though she could be appointed one, as her right, she also knew it wouldn't be free, despite what people assumed. Karen didn't have money to pay for any legal services, even if she needed them desperately. When he asked if they could sit, she gave a bit of a shrug but found it a little futile, giving the mess she was in. They didn't look real experienced so she wasn't easily calming down, even if these two claimed that they could help her. Foggy told Matt they could sit and she sighed softly, trying not to get a little frustrated but given her terrible day, it wasn't easy. Matt said he thought they could help and then Foggy asked her to recap what had happened. Karen looked at them, still feeling a little bewildered. How was a blind lawyer going to help her out of this mess? Wouldn't he need to look at evidence or something? "I don't...I have any money to be paying for this..." She slowly explained, not sure why she wanted to shoot herself in the foot. Foggy looked to Matt and began to stand up, not wanting their first case to be out of charity, not when they had just gotten an office and would have bills to pay. Sure, Matt didn't need lights be Foggy sure did. Before Foggy could hurry out the door however, his friend stopped him and pointed out they needed clients and that the woman needed help. Foggy refrained from rolling his eyes, not surprised that Matt would want to help such a pretty lady, even if he couldn't see her. "Fine fine." He sat back down and waited, pen ready to take notes. "I went out last night to have drinks with..." Karen just saw his face, the way it was back in her apartment. "Daniel Fisher. He worked in the um...legal department of um Union Allied. He was a nice guy, I thought he could help me." She said and paused. "I'm a secretary there and I got this weird email with an attachment that outlined a bunch of money in this account. It was clearly an accident so I went to my boss and he just brushed it aside. Something in my gut told me it wasn't...so I thought meeting with Daniel would help shed some light." Karen didn't want to be working for crooks or criminals. "We had some drinks and then I brought it up...he got really spooked and insisted we call it a night. We both went out ans caught different cabs...I don't really remember what happened next but when I woke up, he was in my apartment, dead. I wouldn't have invited him. He has a family." She insisted. "I wouldn't have killed it, he was a nice guy. Someone had to have set me up, you've got to believe me." She begged. Foggy glanced to Matt, not sure. The story sounded pretty wild, like something out of a movie. "You think you blacked out?" "I didn't drink [i]that[/i] much, I didn't feel drunk. You have to believe me, I didn't do this. Please." - - - Upon entering the so-call establishment, Wilson was met with three men, off to the side, he saw some Russian men and made a mental note to next expand there, for now he had enough on his plate. The three men waved their friends off and Wilson began to discuss the things he needed from them. One thing was physical labor, as well as ensuring that Wilson's orders were distributed properly. As he was beginning to go into the drug business, he wanted to ensure those he relied on were in fact trustworthy and discrete. One thing he learned from his father, was that his name shouldn't be known. The name Wilson Fisk was to remain in the shadows and should anyone utter it, he wanted to make sure fear and according consequences would follow, that's where the muscle of the Italians would also come into play. The three Italians boasted of their services and how they could be very cold blooded if they had the right price on the negotiation table. For most the informal meeting, Fisk had been giving the men respect but it wasn't being given back and this was becoming very problematic for the large man. He was already considering shifting his view to the Russians. As unruly as they could be, he was sure their mouths wouldn't get them into nearly as much trouble. As Fisk began to say this partnership may not work out as both parties intended, two of the men pulled out guns and Fisk had quick drawn his as well. The two men fired and he returned the fire, shooting one of the armed men in the thigh. He didn't shoot the one without a weapon, that would have been in poor taste. The other man fired and managed to get Fisk as his bodyguards rushed in. It was only a graze along his shoulder but enough to set him off. The man charged at the foolish Italian and landed several punches to the man's head, refusing to let him drop to the floor until he was done with him, keeping a fist tight around the man's collared shirt. Finally his bodyguards got him away from the man and back in the car. Fisk began to calm down as one of them looked over his wound. It was bleeding but it wasn't bad. "My meeting." He said but his men said that they needed to get him to a safe house, as a precaution. Wilson shook his head and asked that James Wesley be taken there as well. Wilson didn't like being rude and he had already shown tardiness, something he was quite against. By the time the car pulled up, the wound had been bandaged but he still needed a change of clothes. Working in a tattered shirt and blazer was unprofessional and Fisk being the man of habit and presentation, hated the idea of meeting with someone when he wasn't as his best. He got out of the car and the man said they'd bring by a fresh suit soon and that the Italians would be dealt with. "Thank you." He said and headed for the safe house. The man could spot guards around the perimeter and moved his hand around to his lower back to make sure his gun was still there. Only a few bullets had been expended, he would be fine if it was needed again. He entered and looked the door behind him. "I apologize for the delay and then the...relocation." Wilson said as he saw the man sitting in the living room. The safe house was furnished with modern items, much like how his new apartment had been put together. It made the man feel somewhat at ease. The walls of course, all white and barren. "I had a little altercation with some potential clients and we did not...part of friendly terms." He said as he sat down, still wiping some of the blood from his knuckles. Setting the cloth down on the polished round black table, he looked to the younger man, studying his face to see if any of this had put him off. While he was in charge and didn't mind a mess, he knew many of those he worked with wouldn't feel the same way. "I know we haven't been formally introduced despite our handful of previous interactions. I should formally introduce myself as Wilson Fisk, my need for a personal assistant is rather pressing." He then listed the companies he had purchased and that he needed someone to help keep things organized and functioning. "I have plans for this city, I can't make change on my own." He told Wesley. "I'd like us to talk and see whether or not this would be a promising partnership."