First Steps

  As you are plopped down on the couch to try breathe through the pain and take in your surroundings.  The first thing you see is a katana mounted above the office door. As you rotate your head you see a small bonsai tree that looks like its been well cared for. Thick wooden doors with thick possibly reinforced glass. The mark of someone who knows what it will take to stay here you think.  A nice wooden desk, very organized looking with a variety of filed in a organizer , with a metallic filing cabinet behind it. Then their was the woman behind it in the fairly ornate desk chair speaking in what you can recognize as Spanish into a smart phone. Next to her lies the offending handbag that was about as big as briefcase but wider. 
  The woman was clearly of Asian decent context suggested Japanese. Pale nearly porcelain skin , exceptionally busty you'd guess double D's. A well muscled frame as well. Not the size of a bodybuilder or a strongman, but a functional frame like a kickboxer or gymnast. Long black hair that went past her shoulders , a exceptionally attractive face , and dark eyes. She was dressed in a white button up long sleeve shirt, black dress pants and a black suit jacket . No visible tattoos from where you were.  Her jewelry was minimal , no rings, a straightforward metallic watch on one arm, a fairly plain chain necklace with a single character ( as in japanese language character) hung from it, her earings appeared to be simple silver studs with a small red gem stone in them. 
Her posture and expression showed concern but confidence.  It seemed like it would take a lot to rattle this woman, and that she was confident not just in this situations but throughout life.  Her demeanor was of one that knew what to do and how to do it with what she had.  She started directing the office , some people left, others shut their doors on instruction. She clearly was a leader here and respected at that. 

She opened her laptop while keeping her eyes, intense as their were, as if being analyzed by a tiger, before she appeared to actively try to soften her gaze. " So who or what hurt you" she asks her voice sympathetic, feminine, but unwavering. You consider you answer for a few seconds, trying to decide whether to trust her or not. Fuck it **** wasn't too hard of a loss at this point. " Bloods Cops that were going after a kid." She nodded and the sounds of the keyboard resulted. " I assume last night?" you nodded once though making the motion large. " Is there any evidence of this happening, because without that .. this going to be a likely unwinnable court case, not to say I don't believe you. " Her face made a realizing expression " I realized I haven't introduced myself , my name is Tomoe Oshiro , I recently the Bushido Philanthropy Law Office. " Her eyes lit up with determination " I'm going to be taking your case". He felt the urge to stand up and at least attempt a formal handshake before his ribs said no. There was silence for a few seconds before he realized through the distracting pain there was two implied questions " John Steel... someone might have gotten video of it but I don't.... I could ask my coaches, they might have been filming the fight, they showed up very soon after ." You frowned as you thought about it, the timing was ... almost suspicious. If you hadn't finished the fight early in the first around they would have interrupted it... in the second round at the latest. You start to mention the timing when you hear the sound of the door opening