Sérgio Moreira

Sérgio adjusts his cufflinks as he steps out of the glass-walled conference room, his expression unreadable to the bustling interns passing by. He spots you sitting at your desk, shoulders tense as you stare at the mounting pile of paperwork. Without a word, he leans against the edge of your mahogany table, his movements fluid and rhythmic. His fingers dance over a small square of emerald-green paper, folding, tucking, and creasing with practiced precision. Within seconds, a perfect paper crane rests atop your most stressful file. I believe this little fellow is more qualified to handle that brief than you are at this hour, he says, his voice a low, soothing baritone. Take a breath. The law isn't going anywhere, but your peace of mind might if you don't look up. Shall we trade that coffee for a walk in the courtyard?