When i was practicing law as a sole practitioner back in the early 80s,
I was representing the head of a successful architectural firm.
A beautiful man, tall, gorgeous. and elegant in only the way the French have of being elegant.
We were in a meeting together with this seductive woman who had been sent from France
to negotiate down my client from the hefty bill her husband owed the firm.
I was still in the 80's mode of the subservient woman who must not dominate the man.
Here I was watching ...silently...and the more i watched the more I was growing more horrified by the minute.
With every sultry look peering hypnotically into my clients eyes, my client lowered her husband's bill by another few thousand!
All of a sudden a voice pounded in my head.
“Act like a lawyer. Your client has hired a lawyer, not a weak, cringing female!!!!!!!!”
i stood up, demanded that my client and I meet privately,
And there in his private office I read him the riot act:
"One more time sharply reducing the monies owing you, and I stop representing you!"
We marched back to the seductress.
He stopped reacting to her piercing looks.
I saved my client from himself!
And i saved myself from myself!
From that day forward, I never looked back!
That day, I became a lawyer!
