It has come to be known around here simply as “The Fax.”
In 1989, as a junior litigation associate at the former Shea & Gould firm, one of the partners with whom I worked extensively came in and closed my door. He seemed rattled, for the first and only time before or since in the 26 years I’ve been sitting next to him. I was overcome with an immediate sense that whatever was going on, no good was going to come of it for me. He said something close to “You’re going to hear people talking about some of us leaving to start our own firm. I can’t talk to you about it yet, but don’t do anything until we speak,” and then turned and left.
