Chapter 106
After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife
#106 âOne Drink it is. â
In the sleek confines of Meganâs modern office, the air was charged with anticipation as Alexander considered Meganâs business proposition. Megan, dressed in a sophisticated ensemble that exuded authority, presented her case with determination.
âAlexander, Iâve been thinking about our past, and I believe thereâs an opportunity for us to collaborate professionally,â Megan began, her eyes locking onto Alexanderâs with a calculated intensity. âIâve been working hard to elevate Enlighten Press, and I could use your expertise to take it to the next level.â
Alexander listened attentively. âGo on.â
Megan outlined her vision for the collaboration, detailing how Alexanderâs company could complement the goals of Enlighten Press. She spoke of market trends, potential growth, and the synergy their partnership could create. It was a well- prepared pitch that aimed to appeal not just to business sense but to the shared history between them.
âI know our personal history has been complicated, but I believe in separating the past from our professional potential,â Megan added, her expression earnest. âI wouldnât be asking if I didnât think this could benefit both of us.â
âI appreciate the offer, Megan, but Iâm not sure if our companies align in terms of values and goals,â
Alexander remarked, his voice carrying a note of reservation.
Meganâs expression wavered, and she played her cards strategically, adopting a more vulnerable tone.
âAlexander, Iâve put so much effort into making Enlighten Press a success. My father expects a lot from me, and I want to prove to him that I can be a successful businesswoman on my own. If you donât help me, all my efforts might be in vain.â
Her plea held a sincerity that resonated, and Alexander, despite his reservations, felt a twinge of empathy. Megan continued, her gaze unwavering, âI know weâve had our differences, but I believe in the potential of our collaboration. Itâs not just about business; itâs about proving something to myself and gaining my fatherâs approval.â
Alexander, his expression softening, considered Meganâs words. âMegan, business aside, our personal history does carry some weight. Iâll let the advertising department evaluate the potential for cooperation. No promises, but weâll see.â
Meganâs eyes lit up with relief and gratitude. âThank you, Alexander. I appreciate you considering this.â
As the discussion unfolded, the tension in the room began to dissipate. Megan, seizing the opportunity, suggested, Why donât we celebrate this potential collaboration? A drink, maybe?â
Alexander, initially hesitant, eventually acquiesced. âFine, but just one drink,â he agreed.
Meganâs smile returned, a blend of triumph and charm. âOne drink it is. I know a great place nearby.â
The transition from Meganâs office to Bistro 45 marked a shift in atmosphere, as Alexander and Megan stepped into the refined world of the upscale restaurant. The subdued elegance of the establishment enveloped them, creating an intimate setting for their continued conversation.
As they settled into their chosen corner table, the attentive staff approached, ready to cater to their needs. The clinking of glasses and the distant melody of a piano being skillfully played added to the sophisticated symphony that permeated the air.
Megan leaned back in her chair. She swirled the wine in her glass, her gaze locked onto Alexander, who exuded a polite demeanor concealing an underlying wariness.
âAlexander, itâs been a while since weâve had a chance to catch up. How have you been?â Megan inquired, her voice carrying a tone of casual interest.
Taking a sip of his drink, Alexander responded with a nod. âBusy as usual, Megan. What about you?â
A smirk played on Meganâs lips as she leaned in, revealing a hint of the calculated confidence she wielded in the corporate world.
âOh, you know, navigating the corporate world, trying to make a name for myself. Itâs not easy when people expect you to be just a rich manâs daughter,â she confessed, her eyes locked onto Alexanderâs.
Understanding the challenges she faced, Alexander nodded in acknowledgment. âI understand the challenges. Your fatherâs reputation can cast a long shadow.â
Seizing the moment, Megan shifted the conversation toward a potential collaboration, the core of her hidden agenda.
âThatâs precisely why I wanted to talk to you, Alexander. The collaboration that I suggested earlier is beneficial for both of us.â
Alexander, maintaining his composed expression, raised an eyebrow, a silent signal for Megan to elaborate.
âExposure, Alexander. Our audience, our reach-it could benefit your company in ways you havenât imagined, âMegan explained, her eyes reflecting determination.
Yet, Alexander, a seasoned businessman, wasnât swayed easily. He leaned back, his expression conveying a hint of skepticism.
âAnd what about the recent tabloid reports about financial troubles at Enlighten Press?â he probed, his gaze unwavering. Meganâs practiced smile tightened briefly, but she quickly regained her composure.
âJust baseless rumors. You know how the media can be,â she dismissed, deflecting the inquiry.
Alexander, undeterred, continued to navigate the conversation with caution.
âOur personal history shouldnât influence business decisions. Iâll consider the collaboration, but thatâs all I can promise,â he declared, his words revealing a resolve to keep professional boundaries intact.
As the evening unfolded in the elegant surroundings of Bistro 45, Meganâs ulterior motives lingered beneath the surface, waiting for the opportune moment to reveal themselves.
She didnât wait long and the opportunity presented itself. Alexander excused himself from the table, leaving Megan alone with their glasses of wine.
Unbeknownst to him, Megan seized the opportunity to carry out her covert plan. With a practiced sleight of hand, she discreetly added a substance to Alexanderâs drink, a move executed with the precision of someone well- versed in manipulation.
Once the deed was done, Megan nonchalantly resumed her seat, her gaze betraying no hint of the calculated act she had just committed. The plan was set in motion, and now, all she had to do was wait.
Meanwhile, Alexander, unaware of the impending twist, returned to the table, resuming the conversation with Megan. Little did he know that the course of the evening was about to take a perilous turn.
As the effects of the substance took hold, Alexander began to feel an unsettling shift in his senses. The room seemed to sway, and his once steady composure started to waver. A subtle realization crept in-
something was undeniably wrong.
In a bid to maintain appearances, Alexander struggled to hide the distress that now etched his features.
Yet, Megan, the architect of this unsettling turn of events, continued to play her part impeccably, her concern for Alexander feigned with a practiced ease.
Sensing his vulnerability, Megan rose from her seat, offering Alexander her support. As they made their way towards the exit, her arm wrapped around him in the guise of assistance, Sophia observed the scene with concern for Alexander.
Megan guided Alexander away, and Sophiaâs gaze lingered on the departing figures. Something about the scene seemed off, but the precise nature eluded her grasp.
In the midst of the unfolding drama, a plan crystallized in Alexanderâs mind. Rather than revealing the distressing situation to Sophia, he chose a different path-one that aligned with a strategy yet to be unveiled.
The intricacies of his plan remained shrouded in secrecy, a decision made with the conviction that the unfolding events were part of a larger, calculated scheme. Alexander now knew how to play his cards right.