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.”

the discussion unfolded, the tension in the room began to dissipate. Megan, seizing the opportunity, suggested,

acquiesced. “Fine, but

and charm. “One drink it is. I know a

Bistro 45 marked a shift in atmosphere, as Alexander and Megan stepped into the refined world of the

chosen corner table, the attentive staff approached, ready to cater to their needs. The clinking of glasses and the distant melody of a piano being skillfully played

glass, her

up. How have you been?” Megan inquired, her voice carrying a tone of

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

smirk played on Megan’s lips as she leaned in, revealing a hint of the

navigating the corporate world, trying to make a name for myself. It’s not easy when people expect you to be just a rich man’s

Alexander nodded in acknowledgment. “I understand the challenges. Your father’s reputation

a potential collaboration, the core of her

wanted to talk to you, Alexander. The collaboration that I

raised an eyebrow, a silent

Alexander. Our audience, our reach-it could benefit your company in ways

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

at Enlighten Press?” he probed, his gaze unwavering. Megan’s practiced smile tightened briefly, but she quickly

dismissed, deflecting the inquiry. Alexander,

all I can