You are walking into the Post Office (With very interesting intentions, no doubt) when you see a large notice on the bulletin board in the lobby:

NOTICE

THE POSTER OF THIS NOTICE WISHES TO ENGAGE THE SERVICES 

OF A LEGAL PROFESSIONAL. THERE IS NO CURRENT WORK BUT I

WISH TO HAVE A LEGAL COUNSEL AT HAND IF THE NEED ARISES.

MAKE INQUIRES TO DOMINIC, IN THE CITY OF DETROIT.

THERE WILL, OF COURSE, BE A REIMBURSEMENT FOR SERVICES.

Grinbini walks into the post office and sees a sign offering employment. He is reminded of another advertisement for employment which changed his life, the very popular Internship offered by CoconutRandy, wherein he had beaten all competition to claim the position as his own.

This bulletin didn't quite have the same appeal about it. He immediately recognised the shoddy workmanship of the faux-tailor, Dominic, the plain black typeface slapped upon the background in disproportionately small and forgettable text was eerily familiar after all. Grinbini's only surprise was that this bulletin actually fit within the shop, rather than being 17,000x too large for the place which was meant to display it.

He continued into the Post Office, planning to knock it over. 

Dominic sees VIPCreditsGrin looking at his notice as he sits sipping coffee across the street. He smiles as he walks away, thinking to himself that old Grin will be seeing whoever takes the job soon enough. As Grin runs out of the PO with a gun in one hand and a bag in the other Dominic hollers for a police officer before darting inside the café.

Dominick was sitting at a neighboring cafe when he observed his doppelganger, Dominic , staring down another young mafioso across the street. Dominick only scoffed beneath his breath as Dominic began to scream for the police like a little girl. How terrible, the new generation of mafioso, soo quick to break the sacred ways of omerta. Dominick would stand and make his way to the corner, passing a note to one of those police officers, who just so happened to be on his payroll. 

The police only nodded to each other, knowing better to interact with him in public. The police officers would wave to the arriving cars, dismissing the screams of the squealer as a false alarm.

Dominic hears about the above incident from an officer on his own payroll, and simply ignores it.

Mr. kong

I would indeed like to inquire as to your services. Mr. Grin has failed to pay me, and I wish to file a lawsuit against him for one credit. Please let me know if you charge, and any other pertinent information.

Your obt. svt.,

Dominic