After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

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#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.”

As the discussion unfolded, the tension in the room began to dissipate. Megan, seizing the opportunity, suggested, Why don’t we
celebrate this potential collaboration? A drink, maybe?”

Alexander, initially hesitant, eventually acquiesced. “Fine, but just one drink,” he agreed.
Megan’s smile returned, a blend of triumph and charm. “One drink it is. I know a great place nearby.”
The transition from Megan’s office to Bistro 45 marked a shift in atmosphere, as Alexander and Megan stepped into the refined
world of the upscale restaurant. The subdued elegance of the establishment enveloped them, creating an intimate setting for
their continued conversation.
As they settled into their 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 added to the sophisticated symphony that permeated the air.
Megan leaned back in her chair. She swirled the wine in her glass, her gaze locked onto Alexander, who exuded a polite
demeanor concealing an underlying wariness.
“Alexander, it’s been a while since we’ve had a chance to catch up. How have you been?” Megan inquired, her voice carrying a
tone of casual interest.
Taking a sip of his drink, Alexander responded with a nod. “Busy as usual, Megan. What about you?”
A smirk played on Megan’s lips as she leaned in, revealing a hint of the calculated confidence she wielded in the corporate
world.
“Oh, you know, 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 daughter,” she confessed, her eyes locked onto Alexander’s.
Understanding the challenges she faced, Alexander nodded in acknowledgment. “I understand the challenges. Your father’s
reputation can cast a long shadow.”
Seizing the moment, Megan shifted the conversation toward a potential collaboration, the core of her hidden agenda.
“That’s precisely why I wanted to talk to you, Alexander. The collaboration that I suggested earlier is beneficial for both of us.”
Alexander, maintaining his composed expression, raised an eyebrow, a silent signal for Megan to elaborate.
“Exposure, Alexander. Our audience, our reach-it could benefit your company in ways you haven’t imagined, “Megan explained,
her eyes reflecting determination.

Yet, Alexander, a seasoned businessman, wasn’t swayed easily. He leaned back, his expression conveying a hint of skepticism.

“And what about the recent tabloid reports about financial troubles at Enlighten Press?” he probed, his gaze unwavering.
Megan’s practiced smile tightened briefly, but she quickly regained her composure.
“Just baseless rumors. You know how the media can be,” she dismissed, deflecting the inquiry. Alexander, undeterred, continued
to navigate the conversation with caution.
“Our personal history shouldn’t influence business decisions. I’ll consider the collaboration, but that’s all I can promise,” he
declared, his words revealing a resolve to keep professional boundaries intact.
As the evening unfolded in the elegant surroundings of Bistro 45, Megan’s ulterior motives lingered beneath the surface, waiting
for the opportune moment to reveal themselves.
She didn’t wait long and the opportunity presented itself. Alexander excused himself from the table, leaving Megan alone with
their glasses of wine.
Unbeknownst to him, Megan seized the opportunity to carry out her covert plan. With a practiced sleight of hand, she discreetly
added a substance to Alexander’s drink, a move executed with the precision of someone well- versed in manipulation.
Once the deed was done, Megan nonchalantly resumed her seat, her gaze betraying no hint of the calculated act she had just
committed. The plan was set in motion, and now, all she had to do was wait.
Meanwhile, Alexander, unaware of the impending twist, returned to the table, resuming the conversation with Megan. Little did he
know that the course of the evening was about to take a perilous turn.
As the effects of the substance took hold, Alexander began to feel an unsettling shift in his senses. The room seemed to sway,
and his once steady composure started to waver. A subtle realization crept in-something was undeniably wrong.
In a bid to maintain appearances, Alexander struggled to hide the distress that now etched his features. Yet, Megan, the architect
of this unsettling turn of events, continued to play her part impeccably, her concern for Alexander feigned with a practiced ease.
Sensing his vulnerability, Megan rose from her seat, offering Alexander her support. As they made their way towards the exit, her
arm wrapped around him in the guise of assistance, Sophia observed the scene with concern for Alexander.
Megan guided Alexander away, and Sophia’s gaze lingered on the departing figures. Something about the scene seemed off, but
the precise nature eluded her grasp.

In the midst of the unfolding drama, a plan crystallized in Alexander’s mind. Rather than revealing the distressing situation to
Sophia, he chose a different path-one that aligned with a strategy yet to be unveiled.
The intricacies of his plan remained shrouded in secrecy, a decision made with the conviction that the unfolding events were part
of a larger, calculated scheme. Alexander now knew how to play his cards right.