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Authors: Graham Elliot
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Monday, November 8th
“Cale, it's me agai...”
Message deleted, next message, 10:11 AM, Monday, November 8th
“Cale, I assume you're awake by...”
Message deleted, next message, 11:22 AM, Monday, November 8th
“Cale, Please call me...”
Message deleted, next message, 12:07 AM, Monday, November 8th
“Cale, this is import...”
Message deleted, next message, 12:14 AM, Monday, November 8th
“Cale, I don't mean to scar...”
Message deleted, next message, 12:33 AM, Monday, November 8th
“Cale, I just talked to Nick and he said he saw...”
Message deleted, next message, 1:00 AM, Monday, November 8th
“Listen, asshole! I don't know what your problem is or why you haven't called me back, but you've forced me to do this over the phone. I'm pregnant. The test was wrong. God, what the hell is wrong with you? Why won't you pick up? I was going to see if you wanted to get together and talk about it, but if you are going to keep avoiding me, then never mind. I just thought I would do the right thing, and... fuck you!”
Message saved, no new messages
“Diana, your 1:30 is here,” Jenny announced to Diana through her phone.
Diana opened her drawer and pulled out a pocket mirror to check how she looked. With everything in order, she walked out to the reception area where Dr. Andrew Finnegan was sitting in a black suit, white shirt, and red tie. It was a quite a change from the last time she saw him – jogging shorts and a race T-shirt.
Sticking out her hand, she said confidently, “Dr. Finnegan, hi, I'm Diana Young. It's nice to finally meet you.”
Andrew stood up and never seemed to stop rising. Diana was too busy focusing on his height that she didn't notice the look of surprise on his face. He shook her hand with his right hand and with his left, pointed at her and asked, “You were at the race on Saturday, weren't you?”
“Yes... I was there.” Diana couldn't hold back her smile as she asked, “Did Jamie tell you that?”
Trying to act casual, Andrew said, “He might have said something about it. Oh, and from one professional to another, you can just call me Andrew.”
Even though he asked her to be informal, Diana still had a tough time turning the switch off. “Well... Andrew, if you're ready to begin, please follow me to the conference room, and we can go over your case.”
“Sounds good. I brought over a summary of my assets, my ex-wife's history, the last five year's tax returns, and a signed power of attorney. Is there anything else I can get you?”
Diana was surprised at how prepared he was. Usually it's a fight for her with accountants, other lawyers, and ex-family to get this information, but Andrew had taken care of everything for her. It reminded her of something she would do.
In the conference room, they sat across from each other at a table built for twenty. After several back and forths of boring legal talk and customary document signing, Andrew said, “Could you mark on that asset summary sheet that I would like to keep my house in Vail? I also have a condo here in the city, but Kristen can have that if I comes down to one or the other.”
Diana read over the appraised value of the condo, $600,000, and the house, $2,770,000, and said, “Since you didn't have any kids, I should be able to retain whichever property you prefer. Without a prenuptial agreement though, we might have some problems with alimony, but that will depend on who she has for representation.”
“I'm not sure if she has hired anyone, it was always my job to handle those things. Hopefully, I'll let you know sometime this week.”
And just like that, Andrew had handled everything Diana needed to do for the initial meeting. She didn't know why, but she wanted to stall him from leaving. Just a few more minutes to learn more about him. Alas, nothing came to her, and she said, “Andrew, this might sound unprofessional, but we can end this meeting right now if you'd like. Usually these initial consultations are to inform you what
“Cale, it's me agai...”
Message deleted, next message, 10:11 AM, Monday, November 8th
“Cale, I assume you're awake by...”
Message deleted, next message, 11:22 AM, Monday, November 8th
“Cale, Please call me...”
Message deleted, next message, 12:07 AM, Monday, November 8th
“Cale, this is import...”
Message deleted, next message, 12:14 AM, Monday, November 8th
“Cale, I don't mean to scar...”
Message deleted, next message, 12:33 AM, Monday, November 8th
“Cale, I just talked to Nick and he said he saw...”
Message deleted, next message, 1:00 AM, Monday, November 8th
“Listen, asshole! I don't know what your problem is or why you haven't called me back, but you've forced me to do this over the phone. I'm pregnant. The test was wrong. God, what the hell is wrong with you? Why won't you pick up? I was going to see if you wanted to get together and talk about it, but if you are going to keep avoiding me, then never mind. I just thought I would do the right thing, and... fuck you!”
Message saved, no new messages
“Diana, your 1:30 is here,” Jenny announced to Diana through her phone.
Diana opened her drawer and pulled out a pocket mirror to check how she looked. With everything in order, she walked out to the reception area where Dr. Andrew Finnegan was sitting in a black suit, white shirt, and red tie. It was a quite a change from the last time she saw him – jogging shorts and a race T-shirt.
Sticking out her hand, she said confidently, “Dr. Finnegan, hi, I'm Diana Young. It's nice to finally meet you.”
Andrew stood up and never seemed to stop rising. Diana was too busy focusing on his height that she didn't notice the look of surprise on his face. He shook her hand with his right hand and with his left, pointed at her and asked, “You were at the race on Saturday, weren't you?”
“Yes... I was there.” Diana couldn't hold back her smile as she asked, “Did Jamie tell you that?”
Trying to act casual, Andrew said, “He might have said something about it. Oh, and from one professional to another, you can just call me Andrew.”
Even though he asked her to be informal, Diana still had a tough time turning the switch off. “Well... Andrew, if you're ready to begin, please follow me to the conference room, and we can go over your case.”
“Sounds good. I brought over a summary of my assets, my ex-wife's history, the last five year's tax returns, and a signed power of attorney. Is there anything else I can get you?”
Diana was surprised at how prepared he was. Usually it's a fight for her with accountants, other lawyers, and ex-family to get this information, but Andrew had taken care of everything for her. It reminded her of something she would do.
In the conference room, they sat across from each other at a table built for twenty. After several back and forths of boring legal talk and customary document signing, Andrew said, “Could you mark on that asset summary sheet that I would like to keep my house in Vail? I also have a condo here in the city, but Kristen can have that if I comes down to one or the other.”
Diana read over the appraised value of the condo, $600,000, and the house, $2,770,000, and said, “Since you didn't have any kids, I should be able to retain whichever property you prefer. Without a prenuptial agreement though, we might have some problems with alimony, but that will depend on who she has for representation.”
“I'm not sure if she has hired anyone, it was always my job to handle those things. Hopefully, I'll let you know sometime this week.”
And just like that, Andrew had handled everything Diana needed to do for the initial meeting. She didn't know why, but she wanted to stall him from leaving. Just a few more minutes to learn more about him. Alas, nothing came to her, and she said, “Andrew, this might sound unprofessional, but we can end this meeting right now if you'd like. Usually these initial consultations are to inform you what
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