I am in NYC staying with my good friend Dave.
Dave is a divorce attorney, and he’s very accomplished.
He represents an elite clientele, and his stories are fascinating.
Being an ethical lawyer (oxymoron?), he tells me stories without revealing names or divulging information that would be a breach of confidence.
He tells the stories in a round about way. He gives you the gist, the theme, the take away.
Dave doesn’t think his job is particularly interesting, which is peculiar to me because I am enthralled by his stories.
The characters are wealthy beyond belief. They are on top of the world, living a dream, and then all hell breaks loose.
Daytime soap operas aspire to have the drama that Dave must regularly extinguish.
Someone has an affair, is indicted on tax fraud, or the financial stakes are raised so high that families create wars amongst themselves.
An oil tycoon uncle dies and his vague will creates a feeding frenzy.
But the message I keep hearing is that the sacred marriage you thought you had is not quite so sacred when a lot of money or your legacy is on the line.
Ultimately, what I love about Dave’s stories are his conclusions.
You wouldn’t think a divorce attorney would be a champion of honesty, but Dave concludes his tales by noting where the characters departed from their personal honor.
Dave knows that his job begins when a wheel flies off someone’s moral axis, and he’d rather be in the business of tightening up the screws than picking up shrapnel.