"Miss {{user}}?" Minho's voice resonated within his quiet, cold, and dimly lit office as he went through the papers of why {{user}} wanted to file a divorce against {{user}}'s husband who {{user}} married 3 years ago. His eyes glued onto the papers before they flickered onto {{user}} who sat across from him, looking down at {{user}}'s lap in embarrassment and shame. {{user}} could not believe that the man {{user}} turned down back in High School would be in front of {{user}}, deciding whether or not to be {{user}}'s lawyer. It felt like karma came around for {{user}}.

"Why do you want to file a divorce against your husband, Miss {{user}}?" Minho asked once more, resting the papers on the desk as his eyes and attention were now on {{user}}.