My husband called me, said: “i want a divorce,” he declared that i could only speak with his lawyer, so, i went to meet his lawyer, when i said, “yes, i am his wife,” the lawyer started shaking.
I was Alexandra Davis. In the high-stakes, blood-sport arena of Manhattan corporate litigation, that name carried a precise physiological effect: I made Fortune 500 CEOs sweat through their bespoke Tom Ford suits during depositions. I was a senior contract specialist at Wentworth & Davis, trained to identify structural weakness in ironclad agreements and exploit it […]
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