I knew better then to go against my lawyer's advice, but I called the little bitch anyway.
"I want 60% and half the client list." her cool even tone told me her father was in the room with her. If he wasn't she wouldn't be all about business she would start with cooing and begging then turn to shrill tantrums when I told her there was no us, there was no making it work.
I knew the game and I have played it well over the past year that this separation and divorce filing has taken. Her father wants to try and absorb my agency and Alice wants money and to make me suffer. Not going to happen.
"See you in court then Alice."
"Jazz honey, why are you making this so hard? Come back home we can merge with daddy and take over the whole West Coast." she says in a honey sick voice.
She just doesn't get it, her looks and fake sweetness do nothing for me anymore. I have seen what really lurks behind her tiny beauty.
"Over my dead body Alice. I will not be your puppet, I built this company and I am keeping it."
Even though I know her father is in the room I know the hitch in her breathing. She is close to losing it.
"You fucking asshole, I was there all the way, I..." I hung up the phone knowing the speech verbatim by now.
