Three ex-wives since passing the bar now obligated to pay large amounts of alimony has taken their toll on Alexander a defense attorney after nearly 10 years of stringing together multiple complex cases at a time, of failing over and over, of slowly, soooooo slowly, chipping away at building his practice one case, one minuscule paycheck, one argument at a time, he finally feel like he's getting somewhere. And let's be very realistic here: another trophy wife is the last thing he needs.

SYNOPSIS:

Alexander was hoping for a quiet lunch after a very hectic morning. He spotted them through the deli's front windows. They were walking together down Burberry Street with packages, lots of packages with his court appointed money no doubt. They came in. After 5 minutes of browsing the menu they ordered at the counter, spotting him alone at a corner table. Squeezing into the same suit he bought in high school, they casually approached him as a group. He was slouching as if he just stepped on broken glass multiple times remembering the person he once cared for has nothing intellectually or spiritually to offer, but a migraine headache. He pleasantly nodded as they talked over one another in a southern drawl, smiling so hard his cheeks were hurting as his teeth were grinding down to the root.