The elevator doors opened, and we stepped into a second lobby. A large circular desk sat across from the elevator with an empty seat. I knew the layout of the top floor well, my father's office sat to once side of the reception desk and his partners sat to the other side. At least that's where his partners desk was, before he retired.

Parks and Brown was the name of the firm before old man Jacob Brown decided to retire, handing the reins over completely to my father, and now the sign out front read simply, 'Parks.' As the story goes, my father was taken on as an unpaid intern...