The Case of the Killer Divorce by Barbara Venkataraman Page A
Authors: Barbara Venkataraman
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I need to pick up the girls from school. Thanks for everything you're doing for me. Sorry I'm such a mess.
A t least she sounded normal again. I quickly texted Duke that we were going ahead, and asked him to e-mail me his contract for Becca to sign. He texted me right back .
Hey Lawyer Lady -what are you going on about? What contract?
You know, like when people hire you? I texted back.
I operate on a handshake, Darlin' . No complaints as long as I get the job done.
M aybe because you get your business from your fellow barflies. And through that billboard your ex bought telling the world what she thought of you.
That did get me some business, didn't it? It served her right, after all the alimony I paid that woman.
W ell, you're going to need a contract this time, Bucko. Or I'm not releasing the money from my trust account. And I can't draft it for you because Becca's my client. How about if I send you my retainer agreement & you can cut and paste from that.
You know, f or a lawyer, you're not half bad.
Right back at ya .
After I e-mailed Duke my standard retainer agreement, I poured myself a glass of wine and kicked back on the sofa. To my dismay, there was a spring poking me in the behind that hadn't been there before. Time for a new sofa! I mean, how could I enjoy 'quality couch time' if I didn't have a couch that was up to the task? I hadn't changed anything since I'd inherited the house almost two years ago, so maybe it was time, but I sure didn't need another project right now. In the meantime, I’d just have to slide down to the poke-free end of the sofa where I could zone out, sip my wine and wonder who killed Joe Solomon.
Chapter 21
A b agel can buy you a lot of good will. I found that out on Tuesday when I asked Lisa to do me a favor by calling the state attorney's office. She not only did it immediately, she did it with a smile. Who knew that's all it would take?
After Lisa set it up, I e-mailed Becca to tell her the appointment was Thursday morning and to ask her to come in a half-hour early to prepare. She e-mailed me right back to confirm. She also thanked me for offering to attend Joe's funeral, which would be Saturday morning, but asked me not to go. It would be hard enough on Joe's parents that she would be there; it would be that much worse if her divorce attorney were there.
I hadn't thought it through, but she was right; of course I shouldn't be there. It's not like I wanted to go in the first place (nobody wants to go to a funeral), and now that I had a date with Kip on Saturday, it had all worked out perfectly.
Skimming through the rest of my e-mails, I saw that Duke had sent over 'his' retainer agreement for Becca. I read it through to see if made sense and it was alright, not bad at all, so I forwarded it to Becca for her signature. Once she sent it back, I'd be able to pay Duke from the trust account and he could get started on her case.
I was slogging through the work on my desk when I heard a familiar buzz. It was a text from Grace asking if I wanted to meet for lunch. She had depositions scheduled all afternoon in Hollywood around the corner from my office. Also, she had some news for me, she said. Well, I had some news for her, too. We agreed to meet at Exotic Bites on Harrison Street, since we were both in the mood for falafel, and theirs was the best in town. So, it was a no-brainer: hummus at high noon on Harrison Street.
I was studying the hookahs at the hookah bar when Grace walked into the restaurant.
"Hello, my favorite corporate lawyer," I said, giving her a peck on the cheek. "You look fabulous, as always."
"What, this old thing?" She said with a laugh, pointing at her red Ann e Klein suit that fit her to perfection. We can't all wear Anne Klein the way Grace can, but then, some of us would rather be wearing sweat pants, anyway. Like me, for
A t least she sounded normal again. I quickly texted Duke that we were going ahead, and asked him to e-mail me his contract for Becca to sign. He texted me right back .
Hey Lawyer Lady -what are you going on about? What contract?
You know, like when people hire you? I texted back.
I operate on a handshake, Darlin' . No complaints as long as I get the job done.
M aybe because you get your business from your fellow barflies. And through that billboard your ex bought telling the world what she thought of you.
That did get me some business, didn't it? It served her right, after all the alimony I paid that woman.
W ell, you're going to need a contract this time, Bucko. Or I'm not releasing the money from my trust account. And I can't draft it for you because Becca's my client. How about if I send you my retainer agreement & you can cut and paste from that.
You know, f or a lawyer, you're not half bad.
Right back at ya .
After I e-mailed Duke my standard retainer agreement, I poured myself a glass of wine and kicked back on the sofa. To my dismay, there was a spring poking me in the behind that hadn't been there before. Time for a new sofa! I mean, how could I enjoy 'quality couch time' if I didn't have a couch that was up to the task? I hadn't changed anything since I'd inherited the house almost two years ago, so maybe it was time, but I sure didn't need another project right now. In the meantime, I’d just have to slide down to the poke-free end of the sofa where I could zone out, sip my wine and wonder who killed Joe Solomon.
Chapter 21
A b agel can buy you a lot of good will. I found that out on Tuesday when I asked Lisa to do me a favor by calling the state attorney's office. She not only did it immediately, she did it with a smile. Who knew that's all it would take?
After Lisa set it up, I e-mailed Becca to tell her the appointment was Thursday morning and to ask her to come in a half-hour early to prepare. She e-mailed me right back to confirm. She also thanked me for offering to attend Joe's funeral, which would be Saturday morning, but asked me not to go. It would be hard enough on Joe's parents that she would be there; it would be that much worse if her divorce attorney were there.
I hadn't thought it through, but she was right; of course I shouldn't be there. It's not like I wanted to go in the first place (nobody wants to go to a funeral), and now that I had a date with Kip on Saturday, it had all worked out perfectly.
Skimming through the rest of my e-mails, I saw that Duke had sent over 'his' retainer agreement for Becca. I read it through to see if made sense and it was alright, not bad at all, so I forwarded it to Becca for her signature. Once she sent it back, I'd be able to pay Duke from the trust account and he could get started on her case.
I was slogging through the work on my desk when I heard a familiar buzz. It was a text from Grace asking if I wanted to meet for lunch. She had depositions scheduled all afternoon in Hollywood around the corner from my office. Also, she had some news for me, she said. Well, I had some news for her, too. We agreed to meet at Exotic Bites on Harrison Street, since we were both in the mood for falafel, and theirs was the best in town. So, it was a no-brainer: hummus at high noon on Harrison Street.
I was studying the hookahs at the hookah bar when Grace walked into the restaurant.
"Hello, my favorite corporate lawyer," I said, giving her a peck on the cheek. "You look fabulous, as always."
"What, this old thing?" She said with a laugh, pointing at her red Ann e Klein suit that fit her to perfection. We can't all wear Anne Klein the way Grace can, but then, some of us would rather be wearing sweat pants, anyway. Like me, for
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