“Catalina seduced me.

She wants money.

None of this has to happen — we can still marry, if you’ll only behave rationally.”

I almost admired the sheer architecture of the arrogance.

He had walked into the office of an employment attorney who ran a legal organization for exploited workers, and his plan was to call the exploited worker a seductress and the attorney irrational and to put a ring on the table as though I were a jury that could be swayed by set dressing.

He had prepared for the wrong meeting.