No professional experience relevant to its success.
And no financial resources independent of my husband.
For nearly twenty minutes, he painted a picture of a woman who had contributed nothing.
I listened quietly.
Julian leaned back.
Smiling.
Serafine looked delighted.
Then the judge turned toward me.
“Mrs. Carter, who is representing you today?”
I stood.
“I’m representing myself for this portion of the hearing, Your Honor.”
The judge looked at the documents before him.
I had obtained legal advice and assistance in preparing the evidence, but I had chosen to address the court directly on the ownership issue.
Julian laughed.
“Of course she is.”
The judge frowned.
“Mr. Ashbourne.”
Julian raised his hands.
“Sorry, Your Honor.”
I took a breath.
Then said:
“Your Honor, I’d like to begin with the company’s original ownership records.”
Julian leaned toward me.
“Meridian, stop.”
I ignored him.
He reached across the aisle.
Grabbed my wrist.
