HarryWinston Roper, the lawyer we were meeting with that day, was waiting by the door when we walked in. He extended his hand toward me, and I took it. I wasn’t sure what I had been expecting—some smarmy, obviously evil cartoon lawyer type with dollar signs pulsing in his eyes maybe—but this guy seemed pretty standard issue, and I tried my best not to let my attitude get in the way.“I’m glad that you could make it,” Winston told us as we entered his small office. It wasn’t much, but it was clear he took great pride in it.“My client, Allison Bachman, was unable to attend this meeting due to personal matters,” he explained calmly. “But she offers her apologies and her gratefulness that you were willing to meet with me today.”“Yes, yes,” Michael agreed, waving his hand. “Can we get to the point of this, please? I want to hear exactly what we’re doing here and exactly what Ms. Bachman expects out of getting in touch with my client again.”I was glad that I had Michael there to advocat
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