“I’m getting the divorce moved up so I can be with you. You
and I both know that I don’t love my wife, our daughter isn’t my biological
daughter despite me being her legal father and I’d much rather be with you” he said.
“First of all, I don’t love you nor will I ever love you.
Second of all, go back to that judge and tell them that you changed your mind.
Third of all, I refuse to be a part of you abandoning your family for me. I am
NOT a home wrecker; never have been, never will be” I told him.
“But, baby girl, my wife knows I don’t love her and that I
don’t want to be with her any longer. She deserves to be happy and with someone
who loves her like I love you” he replied.
“Look……you’re far from in love with me. You’re lusting
after me. I’m something new to you; something that you want but what you don’t
need. I’ll just pack up my stuff and leave. And by the way, I officially quit
working at your company!”
“I’ll make a deal with you, then,” he said. “I’ll stay
with my wife and you stay with the company. The deal is me staying with my
wife, I’ll sign the company over to you. You’ll be the owner of the company and
you won’t have to see me at all. The only time that you’ll ever see me or hear
from me is when you want to or if you have any questions about how to run the
company. Is that a fair deal?” he asked.
“Yes it is. Lemme grab all my stuff, move back to my
closet sized apartment and call my lawyer. What’s your lawyers name and number?
I’ll have my lawyer contact your lawyer in the next few hours” I said.
We exchanged the names and contact information for our
lawyers and then I gathered all my stuff. I shook my co worker’s hand and left.
I booked it back to my apartment. There was a brand new
door with about hundred new locks. It took me all of 10 seconds to get in, put
my stuff away and start my laundry. I called up my bestest friend in the world,
who just happens to be my lawyer, and explained to her the situation. She took
a deep breath and let it out. She took my co worker’s lawyers information to
reverse the divorce proceedings and to sign his company over to me.
She couldn’t believe the mess I got myself into. She told
me that it’s stuff like this that follows me around that has trouble
nipping at my heels. I’m always calling her to get me out of a tight jam. One
time, just before my employment with the police department, I snagged a taxi
because my car’s tires were slashed and I was late to work. I returned the cab
after getting out to work and paid the driver double his typical fare. My friend
slash lawyer finagled me out of it and all I had to do was donate blood twice
that year to "repay society" of my wrong doing.
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