Hearings, depositions, closings, mediations, the drive home, the eleven minutes you spend in the car in your own driveway working up to going inside. In about two seconds, including all the times you would have felt guilty about not picking up.
Fast, modern, actually yours, with booking and chat built into it. Not a page with a gavel on it, a stock photo of a handshake, and a contact form that quietly forwards to an address nobody reads.
Somebody types "do you handle wrongful termination" at 9:40 AM and gets a real answer in under a minute, then a real appointment, without anyone in your office learning about it until it is already on the calendar.
Name, callback number, what happened, when, which county. Asked identically every time, including at 2 AM when a human would be asking badly and spelling the name wrong. Then a clean text lands in your pocket before you reach the car.
The form fills, the missed calls, the "let me talk to my wife about it." Automatic sequences, texted and emailed, on a schedule, forever. This is the part you have been meaning to build since 2021 and have correctly never had time to build.
The confirmation, the day-before reminder, and then, when the matter closes, the ask. Politely, repeatedly, in the window where she is still emotional about it. You have asked for a review once, in 2023, to a client you were fairly confident liked you.