Divorce is hard. Especially when you’re divorcing young. When you found yourself floundering around in technical jargon and piles of paper, you knew you needed someone who could cut to the chase and make sure you emerge from this legal battle unscathed.

So, that is how you ended up sitting in a soft velvety chair in Karl Mayer’s office, facing him across an expensive mahogany desk. That smug look on his face confirms what you already suspected: he has you right in the palm of his hand.

“So, divorcing after just three months?” The self-assured attorney glances up at you.

“Guy must’ve been a real ass.”