Yvette's eyes gleamed. She adjusted her glasses and said, "Got it."She didn't ask me why, nor did she attempt to comfort me. She simply gave me a crisp and decisive answer.It was exactly what I needed."Jared, that fool, would've gotten his legal team to prepare 100 different ways to prove that I'm a greedy, immoral man, just to ensure that the court would award me with nothing in the divorce," I said, my voice so calm that it didn't sound like my own.Yvette nodded. After writing the words "family dispute" on the whiteboard, she crossed them out.I continued, "Didn't they call it the Successor Trial project? Didn't they use that Role Simulation Agreement to define the past five years of my life? Well, so be it. I accept that definition. I want to sue Sullivan Group and Naomi personally for illegal labor practices and commercial fraud."Yvette's eyes lit up. She started scribbling furiously on the whiteboard, her ideas pouring out."You're not a failure of an ex-husband. You'r
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