Greg
This was it, the performance of my lifetime about to happen. I sat with Robert in a meeting room at a neutral firm across from Connie Grafton and her lawyer, Jan March. I could see the gleam in Jan’s eyes, and I had a hard time keeping the satisfied look off my face.
I looked at Connie. She was staring at Robert with so much loathing and satisfaction. She knew she had the upper hand.
Robert was to my right, livid. Two days ago, Jan contacted me with the new information from an anonymous tip. She advised me to get with my client and start negotiations before she and Connie took us back to court. I told her to send me the file she had and that I would contact Robert.
She sent the file, and it was great evidence. If I were ever called before the bar for this, I could prove that I go
