After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

4 “I Must Decline, Mr. Stone.”

“I am telling you she is coming in today,” a man in a black striped suit whispers urgently as he briskly passes the reception desk at Johnson and Associates Law Firm.

“There is no way. She hasn’t been in for over three years. Why today?” the woman seated at the reception desk whispers.

Another woman, with an air of curiosity, approaches the desk and leans in, her voice hushed. “I heard she had a major something happen, which is why she is returning.”

“Well, I heard that major something is that she lost a lot of money in some sort of deal,” the man murmurs back, sharing the gossip.

At that precise moment, the sleek chrome doors of the elevator swish open, revealing Sophia Johnson stepping out with an air of confidence. Her face remains impassive and composed as she looks discerning at the employees gathered around the reception desk.

“Yes, I’m back,” she remarks, her words seeping with authority. The employees quickly disperse, sensing the power that emanates from her presence. Sophia strides purposefully towards the desk, her footsteps echoing through the room.

Sophia gives the receptionist a warm smile, her expression suggesting that the past three years had faded away like a distant memory. “I’m heading to my office,” she states, confident and resolute.

In her office, Sophia takes a moment to inhale deeply, allowing the familiarity of her surroundings to wash over her. Everything appears exactly as she left it. Settling into her plush leather chair, she powers up her computer, ready to restart her life.

his voice filled with genuine

take a seat on the exquisite West

herself beside Trevor. She is genuinely pleased to see him still working at her law firm. Sophia always

Trevor begins, his tone becoming more serious. “We’ve been presented with a challenging case that

can solve,” Sophia interjects, a

someone transferred under suspicious circumstances, and the board of directors is facing an impending change of ownership. The

peruse the documents, her face betraying no sign of the complexity before her. She takes a deep breath, her mind racing with possibilities, and gazes at Trevor. “How grave

I believe it’s cancer. Our investigation shows that he’s nearly lost his ability

inspiration ignites within her. “What about the client’s share transfer contract? If we can obtain it, we can compare the handwriting. Discrepancies would provide the evidence we need

The phone rings once before a familiar voice emanates from

the depths of it,” Sophia responds. “Have you reviewed the briefing on the illegal share transfer that Trevor

voice filled with uncertainty. “Honestly, Sophia, I’m at a loss on

look at it. We can examine the handwriting and see if it matches,” Sophia suggests over

brilliant idea, Sophia,”

continues, “the opposing party has taken the contract. We have no means to retrieve it. The fact of the matter is

indeed a problem. We

to act swiftly; time is running

attention. Both of them swiftly turn their heads to behold a tall and strikingly handsome man emanating an air