It hit the front page ofThe New York Times.
It was learning that Warren was representing her husband that made me say yes.I’ll get her the fifty percent she’s due while retaining mysharkstatus.
Then goodbye Courtney, go find your next victim.
The truth is, I love my job and being the best.It gets me out of bed in the morning with a spring in my step and sends adrenaline racing through my veins when I step into the courtroom, ready to eat opposing counsel alive.
No one more thanJunior.
I know nothing about Courtney Blackmore, but after a brief scroll through her social media, I see she has a boy toy.
She left her husband six weeks ago.
A week ago, she was in Hawaii wearing a red string bikini (irrelevant, strike from the record) with John the house painter who looks to be five years her junior.
I might’ve gone down a rabbit hole.
The guy works out, has surfer hair and a big smile.Fuck, I would too if I were him and had snagged myself a sexy billionaire.
Iama billionaire, but I mean if I were him.Poor and having to paint fucking houses.
John probably thinks Courtney will fall in love with him so he can hang up his paintbrush–or whatever painters do with their brushes—and buy a yacht.
Unfortunately for John, that isn’t going to happen.I know women like her.She’ll be done with him once the divorce is settled and will go seeking her newest wealthy target.
Bees make honey.
Women like Courtney and Sandy make money.
The difference is bees wiggle their ass and work all day.These women just wiggle their asses.
Removing my jacket, I slide it onto a hanger and stride to my desk, trying to get the image of Courtney Blackmore’s toned, supple ass out of my head.The one of her in Hawaii.She’s a gorgeous woman; there’s no doubt about that.
The thing about me is that I love fucking.It's my number one hobby.I’ve slept with...well let’s not count...but there has been no lack of opportunity.Certainly not when your best buddy owns an exclusive adults club attracting wealthy clients.
So, she can be as beautiful as she wants; when I step through the front doors of the Sterling Obsidian & Partners building, I become a different man.
The shark.
Powerful people are experienced manipulators and attempt all kinds of bullshit when they enter my office.If she tries that with me, it won’t go down well.
Slipping into my soft leather chair, I spin around and take in the stunning early morning view of Manhattan.
I vowed not to take this life for granted the day I stood beside Jack’s grave.I inherited a chunk of money from my grandfather, which I used to start this company, and my hard work and tenacity got us to the top.Becoming the top divorce attorney in New York is no mean feat, and I intend to stay in that position.
Marriage isn’t for me, but I’ll happily profit from those who stupidly took the step and believed in the fairytale.
So sad...here’s my invoice.
After clearing my emails and phone messages, Kathy knocks lightly on my door, announcing that Courtney Blackmore is here.“She’s early.”
“That’s fine.Show her in,” I say, standing, knowing that Jason and Sean, both senior associates, will have been notified first and will join us.
A few minutes later, Kathy returns with Mrs.Blackmore as I school my expression.
Jesus.
“Zander, it’s good to meet you in person.”Courtney strides in with her hand out, ready for me to shake.
