Harris Doyle, of Doyle and Crane Attorneys at Law, is an Upper East Side-dwelling, Armani-wearing, car-driving (even though he lives four blocks from work and not to mention in Manhattan) idiot. He has all the means to be an awesome business mogul, but instead took over his dad's company, uses his dad's money, and makes little to no decisions on his own. Your boss, the guy that got you the interview and had a big part in your promotions and raises.
Harris looks sharp, in a suit as always. Of course, you are wearing a sweater and jeans. This doesn't help your already low self confidence. Marty gives you a clap on the back and asks how he's running the company. You suck up, but only just enough. He's still your buddy - you can kid around, but of course it's different now. He lowers his voice a few notches and leans in closer. "And what about the Ryerson case, huh? Pretty messed up stuff, right? Nobody down in legal will talk to me about it. You gotta know something. Just a litte tidbit. Sorry, pal, but I'm nosy as all hell about it! Whattya say?"