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.”

Megan, seizing the opportunity, suggested, Why don’t we

eventually acquiesced. “Fine, but just

a blend of triumph and charm. “One drink it is. I know

in atmosphere, as Alexander and Megan stepped into the refined world of the upscale restaurant. The subdued elegance of the establishment enveloped them, creating

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

wine in her glass, her gaze locked onto Alexander, who exuded

to catch up. How have you

his drink, Alexander responded with a nod. “Busy as

she leaned in, revealing a hint of the calculated confidence she wielded in the

when people expect you to be just a rich

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

conversation toward a potential collaboration, the core

The

expression, raised an eyebrow, a

Our audience, our reach-it could benefit your company in ways you haven’t imagined, “Megan

seasoned businessman, wasn’t swayed easily. He leaned

he probed,

be,” she dismissed, deflecting the inquiry. Alexander, undeterred, continued

collaboration, but that’s all I