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.

second case file, and Sophia

corporation, has been hit with a lawsuit

her gaze sharpened by the urgency of

and promptly assess the validity

Stone case?” Trevor inquired, his

a confident smile. “These two cases take precedence. Once we have a firm handle on them, I’ll personally address Mr. Stone’s

the door. “Rally the troops, Trevor. We’re going to be working day and night for the

desk after two days and nights of working nearly nonstop. With the two cases nearing completion, she

so Sophia leaves a voicemail, asking him to stop by the office at his earliest convenience. Less than twenty minutes later, Alexander Stone steps

desk and politely informs the woman that he is here

weariness etched on everyone’s faces.

on Sophia’s office door, he’s surprised when it swings open in

he questions as he enters

third cup of coffee for the morning, Sophia looks up and replies, “Mr. Stone, please come in. I left you a voicemail a

over the phone, wouldn’t you agree?” Alexander says,

have a seat anywhere, Sophia thinks as she settles into a

begins, “but

“in addition to your case, we’ve been hit with two major cases just a few days ago.

working nonstop?” Alexander

we’ve made significant progress, and we’re

Sophia, Alexander weighs the idea of reaching out to touch her hand but hesitates, recalling her chilly demeanor when she left his