After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#106 “One Drink it is. ”

In the sleek confines of Megan’s modern office, the air was charged with anticipation as Alexander considered Megan’s business proposition. Megan, dressed in a sophisticated ensemble that exuded authority, presented her case with determination.

“Alexander, I’ve been thinking about our past, and I believe there’s an opportunity for us to collaborate professionally,” Megan began, her eyes locking onto Alexander’s with a calculated intensity. “I’ve been working hard to elevate Enlighten Press, and I could use your expertise to take it to the next level.”

Alexander listened attentively. “Go on.”

Megan outlined her vision for the collaboration, detailing how Alexander’s company could complement the goals of Enlighten Press. She spoke of market trends, potential growth, and the synergy their partnership could create. It was a well- prepared pitch that aimed to appeal not just to business sense but to the shared history between them.

“I know our personal history has been complicated, but I believe in separating the past from our professional potential,” Megan added, her expression earnest. “I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t think this could benefit both of us.”

“I appreciate the offer, Megan, but I’m not sure if our companies align in terms of values and goals,” Alexander remarked, his voice carrying a note of reservation.

Megan’s expression wavered, and she played her cards strategically, adopting a more vulnerable tone. “Alexander, I’ve put so much effort into making Enlighten Press a success. My father expects a lot from me, and I want to prove to him that I can be a successful businesswoman on my own. If you don’t help me, all my efforts might be in vain.”

Her plea held a sincerity that resonated, and Alexander, despite his reservations, felt a twinge of empathy. Megan continued, her gaze unwavering, “I know we’ve had our differences, but I believe in the potential of our collaboration. It’s not just about business; it’s about proving something to myself and gaining my father’s approval.”

Alexander, his expression softening, considered Megan’s words. “Megan, business aside, our personal history does carry some weight. I’ll let the advertising department evaluate the potential for cooperation. No promises, but we’ll see.”

Megan’s eyes lit up with relief and gratitude. “Thank you, Alexander. I appreciate you considering this.”

began to dissipate. Megan, seizing the opportunity, suggested, Why don’t we celebrate this potential collaboration? A drink,

acquiesced. “Fine, but just one drink,”

“One drink it is. I know a

transition from Megan’s office to Bistro 45 marked a shift in atmosphere, as Alexander and Megan stepped into the refined world

into their chosen corner table, the attentive staff approached, ready to cater to their needs. The clinking of glasses and the distant melody of

her chair. She swirled the wine in her glass, her gaze locked

chance to catch up. How have you been?” Megan

sip of his drink, Alexander responded with a nod. “Busy as usual, Megan. What

a hint of

trying to make a name for myself. It’s not easy when people expect you

the challenges she faced, Alexander nodded in acknowledgment. “I understand the challenges. Your father’s reputation can cast

shifted the conversation toward a potential collaboration, the core of

I wanted to talk to you, Alexander. The collaboration that I suggested earlier is beneficial for

composed expression, raised an eyebrow, a silent signal for Megan

reach-it could benefit your company in ways

businessman, wasn’t swayed easily. He leaned back, his

troubles at Enlighten Press?” he probed, his gaze unwavering. Megan’s

media can be,” she dismissed, deflecting the inquiry. Alexander, undeterred, continued to navigate the conversation with

the collaboration, but that’s all I can promise,” he declared, his words revealing a resolve to keep professional boundaries