After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

8 “I Hope That’s Not A Threat.”

As Sophia stepped out of the sleek chrome elevators the following day, she found the usual hum of office gossip conspicuously absent. Instead, the atmosphere was charged with focused productivity. The air reverberated with the clicking of keyboards, the persistent ringing of phones, and the steady whir of the copy machines.

Before Sophia could even shut the door to her office, Trevor burst in, loaded with stacks of case files.

“Good morning, Trevor,” Sophia greeted him with a yawn, the lingering effects of last night’s whiskey leaving her slightly foggy.

“Good morning, Ms. Johnson,” Trevor responded, his voice brimming with eagerness.

“All right, I can see you have some important matters. Let’s dive right in,” Sophia said, sitting at her desk while Trevor settled into a plush wingback chair opposite her. He flashed a reassuring smile and placed the first case file before her.

“We have two major cases on our plate. The first is an antitrust investigation involving the Dillon Corporation,” Trevor began. “They’re under scrutiny by regulatory authorities, accused of unfair business practices, price fixing, and monopolistic behavior.”

Sophia took the brief and perused it carefully, jotting down some notes. She looked up at Trevor and instructed, “Start by assembling a team to conduct an extensive documentation analysis. Have Jake and Katie interview key personnel. Once we have all the information, we’ll convene a meeting to devise a comprehensive defense strategy.”

Trevor nodded attentively, his pen flying across the notepad as he scribbled down her instructions.

“Next,” Sophia chimed in, her enthusiasm bubbling to the surface. This was where she thrived, in the midst of challenging legal battles.

case file, and Sophia

lawsuit. Stevens and Sons, a multinational corporation, has been hit with

sharpened

evidence and promptly assess the validity of the

Stone case?” Trevor inquired,

confident smile. “These two cases take precedence. Once we have a firm handle on them,

the troops, Trevor. We’re going to be working day and night for the next few days. It’s

and nights of working nearly nonstop. With the two

voicemail, asking him to stop by the office at his earliest convenience. Less than

is here to see Ms. Johnson, assuring her

etched on everyone’s faces. Fatigue hangs in the air, mingling with the scent of determination and the aroma of

door, he’s surprised when it swings open

questions as he enters her

Sophia looks up and replies, “Mr. Stone, please come in. I left you a voicemail a little while

than over the phone, wouldn’t you agree?” Alexander says, taking a seat on

seat anywhere, Sophia thinks as she

wrong way,” Alexander begins, “but you

we’ve been hit with two major cases just a few days ago. I’m fortunate

you’ve been working

significant progress, and we’re well-prepared for the initial round of

of reaching out to touch her hand but hesitates, recalling her chilly demeanor when she left his twentieth-anniversary party