Chapter 8 — The Clinic First

Our first stop was not a penthouse, and it was not a boardroom.

It was a private clinic across the river in Saint Paul.

This was the most important decision I made in the whole affair, and I made it before I did anything else, deliberately, with a clear head.

My personal lawyer met me there, along with a board-certified physician and a forensic examiner.

They documented my injuries.