“Actually, a few people have come to me since the Engarde trial, but the plans have fallen through,” Phoenix replied. He leaned back slightly and folded his hands on the table, studying them as he drummed his fingers together. “I’ve been focusing on trying to get the office organized to handle a larger clientele, in the meantime. Mia left quite a legacy.” He smiled faintly. “The tradeoff being overflowing filing cabinets, of course.”