Chapter 17: Mediation Time.
Liz
It’s Friday morning, and I am up early. I am so excited about this meeting. If all goes well, I will be free to love who I want. I take my time trying to get dressed. It’s a little hard with this cast
on
my
hand, but I need to start doing things for myself. I can also now walk on my own, but !
need to move slowly.
I was still struggling to get my pants on, when Zander came walking into the room a few minutes later, fresh from his shower. He was looking very yummy in his tailored business suit.
He looks amazing in anything, but it’s like he was born to wear a suit.
I am sleeping in my room for now, because he is scared of hurting me. Last night he stayed
with me until I fell asleep, and when I woke up this morning he was gone. I can’t wait to be
healed so that I can have my way with this man. I won’t let anything hold me back anymore. and I have never wanted anything as much as I want Zander.
“Moming Zander,” I said, smiling brightly. “Morning my Liz. Why didn’t you wait for me?” he asks me as he comes over and helps me get dressed. I have to smile, because I have been my Liz‘ for these past few days, and I honestly love it. “I need to start doing things for myself,
Zander,” I say, and he nods, but continues to help me.
“For now, you still need help, so please let me look after you.” He says and kisses my nose.
When I am done and dressed in the pantsuit, he chose for me to wear, Rosa comes in and ties
my hair up into a messy bun. Zander picks me up gently and carries me down the stairs. He is really treating me like I am made of glass. Doc asked me to stay clear of stairs for at least a
week.
He puts me into a wheelchair and I frown at him. “I can walk as long as I take it easy.” I say.”
I
Save your strength my love, I don’t mind wheeling you around.” he says and chuckles. “My love; ooh I love the sound of that, but I won’t comment just yet. He pushes me over to the
dining room table where the food is already laid out.
I have my
my appetite back and can eat solid meals now. After we ate and I had my meds, Zander
wheeled me out to the car. He helps me into the back seat and then gets in next to me. We are
using his driver today and I think it’s so he can keep an eye on me. He is so worried about me
and fusses over me nonstop, but I am not complaining at all.
We pull up to his office building and I whistle. “Fancy,” I say, and he chuckles. He helps me out
and pushes me inside. The front desk receptionist greets both of us respectfully, and runs to
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press the call button for the elevator. “Should I have refreshments sent up for your meeting at 10, sir?” she asks and Zander nods.
“Please, thanks Miley. He says, and she nods and goes back to her desk. She is very
professional and very beautiful. We went up to the top floor where his office is. This whole building belongs to him and houses all the businesses under his family’s name. He isn’t just a lawyer, he is a successful businessman, thanks to his parents.
When he pushes me out of the elevator, I see just how lovely his offices are. It’s very modern and sleek, and I like it. He wheels me over to the desk where there is a man sitting and smiling at me. This must be Toby, he looks like Dr. Willis. “Good morning Toby, I have been waiting so long to meet you,” I said and he smiled.
“How did you know this is Toby?” Zander asks me. “He looks like his dad,” I say
and Toby chuckles. “Morning and welcome Mrs. Stanford. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I am glad
you are okay,” he says. “Thank you for what you did for me Toby. And please call me Liz. Mrs.
Stanford no longer exists.” I say, and he chuckles and nods.
“Giselle is already waiting for you and I will bring in the paperwork now.” Toby says and
Zander nods. “Thanks Toby,” Zander says and pushes me to a boardroom where there is
another woman already waiting. She puts her coffee down when she sees us come in, and
gets up and smiles. “Good morning, Zander, and you must be, Mrs. Stanford. My name is Giselle Blanchard and I will be assisting Mr. Caine in your mediation.” she says, coming over,
extending her hand for me to shake.
I
“Morning Ms. Blanchard, it’s a pleasure to meet you. You can just call me Liz.” I said and
shook her hand. She is a tall beauty with sleeked–backed blonde hair and a stick–thin body.
She lets go of my hand and walks back to her seat, while Zander helps me to the table. Are all the women that work in this building supermodels?
I am still wearing the neck brace and can only take it off after a week. It does limit my
movement, but where I am sitting, I have a good view of Giselle. She is watching Zander tend
to me with a scowl on her face, and when he turns back to her, she smiles sweetly. Hmm, I
don’t think I like this one, she is way too fake. As long as she does her job, I won’t say anything
to Zander. I will just keep my distance. I have enough problems.
Toby walks in and puts copies of the agreement on the table in front of everyone, before he
comes to sit on the other side of me. A woman walks in with tea and coffee and Toby fixes a cup of coffee, and puts it down in front of me. “How did you know how I like my coffee?” I
asked him. He just winks at me and taps his nose, before he sits down again and I chuckle.
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At exactly 10:02am, Kyle comes walking in with Tiffany and another man I have never seen
before. “You are late, Mr. Stanford.” Zander says, but Kyle just ignores him. Tiffany smirks at
me when she sees me and sits down. “Oh, you look terrible cousin,” she says, and Zander gets up, but I just take a sip of my coffee and ignore her. Nothing she says or does bothers me anymore. She is nothing to me.
“Ms. James, you know you are not allowed within 100 yards of my client. Please leave before I call the police. You are in direct violation of the restraining order and the conditions of your
bail.” Zander says, and hands the attorney that came with Kyle copies of everything. Tiffany glares at him and so does Kyle. “That is a bullshit restraining order, and you know it. You
better drop it. Liz.” Kyle says, narrowing his eyes at me.
“No, I don’t think I will. Make this make sense for me, please. Why would you bring your
mistress who tried to kill me to our divorce mediation? And yet you expect everyone to believe
that you aren’t in the wrong. I always thought you were an educated man, but you keep proving
me wrong.” I say and Kyle glares at me. “You will drop those charges.” Kyle says and I chuckle.
“What charges? I haven’t pressed any charges. All I did get was a restraining order against
your mistress. Just know that I am well within my right to defend myself the next time that
woman tries to come close to me. She seems to be a coward and can’t face me head on.” |
say and Tiffany gets up. “You b***h…” she starts saying, but Zander cuts her off.
“Fred, can you please escort this disrespectful child out of my building before she throws a
tantrum. She is violating her restraining order and the conditions of her bail. The police can
deal with her. I just want her off my property. Her voice is giving me a headache,” Zander says.
I looked and saw a very tall man in a black suit take Tiffany by her arm. I didn’t even notice
him coming in or Toby leaving.
“The police are on their way sir,” Toby says from the door. “Let go of me, you have no right to
put me out.” Tiffany says. “I know you may not understand how the law works, but I am sure.
you can follow my words. I have every right, this is my building, and you are trespassing,” Zander says.
He says every word of his last sentence slowly like he is talking to a child. I can’t help but
chuckle, while Tiffany turns her glare on me. “Take her away Fred,” Zander says, and Fred nods
and drags her away while she screams and tries to attack him.
“How dare you?” Kyle asks Zander. “How dare you bring her here knowing she is a criminal?
She tried to kill your wife and yet you flaunt her around like a second–place trophy no one
wants.” Zander says and I chuckle. “Good one,” I say, and Zander winks at me.
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“Please sit down, Mr. Stanford, Mr. Caine is correct. You didn’t tell me about the restraining order or the charges against Ms. James Kyle’s attorney says. “I didn’t tell you, because they
are bogus charges.” Kyle says smugly. I really can’t understand what he could possibly be
smug about.
“I beg to differ. Mr. Caine, I am Paul Adams, from Vesper Newman, I am Mr. Stanford’s attorney. I do apologize, but it seems I was not given the full picture. Would you please allow me some time to confer with my client?” Paul says, and Zander nods.
“Certainly, Mr. Adams. You sure traveled a long way for your client only to be blindsided. You may need these as well, and also proof of my clients‘ contributions to their marriage. This is a
recording of your client admitting to having my client murdered. There is also video footage of your client and his mistress dating back three months before he filed for divorce.
Advise your client accordingly. I think my client has been amicable and all she wants is to
move on and heal. You can let my assistant know when you are ready” Zander says, and hands Paul pictures as well as a laptop with files for him to look at. Paul nods and starts
looking at the pictures and the bank statements that show me paying for his student loans
and many other things.
I am so glad Zander thought of getting all my files from the house. The men that were
watching the house gathered all my personal items. Tiffany and Kyle are still there, but
according to Zander, they are not having a good time. One of the men moved into my old room
with them. Zander couldn’t stop laughing as he told me the stories.
Zander wheels me out of the boardroom, with Giselle and Toby following behind us, and Toby
closes the door. He pushes me into an office and Giselle comes in with us.
Nats
