“How is she related to the case?”
“The plaintiff is the grandson of a friend of her father’s. Everybody in South Philly knows about the child. They’ve had fundraisers and articles in the local newspaper.”
“South Philly has a newspaper?” Nate picked up his wineglass.
“Don’t be a snob.”
“It comes so naturally.”
“Look. We should settle. We can just do this down and dirty. Simple dispute resolution, without bloodshed. We won’t make a habit of it. One and done. It makes a lot of sense, Nate. It really does.”
“I don’t know—”
“If my partner doesn’t take the case, another lawyer will.” Bennie tried her last-ditch effort. “And that person might not play ball with you the way she would.”
“That’s blackmail.”
“No, that’s reality.” Bennie lowered her voice. “Don’t underestimate your downside risk, either. If another plaintiff’s lawyer took the case, they could join Dumbarton as a defendant. I knowIwould. Then you and your deep pocket are on the hook, too.”
Nate shook his head. “When did litigation become extortion?”
Bennie gathered it was rhetorical. “And what if they expand discovery to the ADA policies of your other subsidiaries? Your exposure can be very broad unless you nip this in the bud.”
“Damn you.” Nate’s eyes flashed darkly.
“We should set up a meeting tomorrow at OpenSpace.”
“Who would be there?”
“The plaintiff’s boss and me, plus whoever we want. We’re improvising. We won’t invite my partner or the plaintiff. I know you wouldn’t ordinarily sit in, but you could if you wanted to, or just send your in-house guy that deals with OpenSpace.”
“What’s the point of the meeting?”
“Factual investigation, like any case. I interview the boss and see what our defense would be. That would enable us to have a fuller analysis of the case before we went forward.”
“This is so wrong.” Nate took another sip of his wine, then another. “My own lawyer is suing me, and I’m consenting.”
“You’re a more nuanced thinker than that. Be creative. It’s thinking outside the box.”
“You’re the only woman I know who has the balls to pitch me this way.”
“Thank you.”
“It wasn’t a compliment.”
“So you say.” Bennie smiled. “Lighten up, Nate. You’re not too old to rock ’n’ roll, are you?”
“Please don’t try and jolly me along.” Nate glowered. “I expect you on my side, not theirs.”
“I’m still on your side. If it turns out that you’re not comfortable with my partner taking the case, even informally, then we don’t go forward. Or if you don’t want to settle or your in-house guy doesn’t, then we don’t go forward. We’ll have lost nothing. And we could be averting disaster, like if the plaintiff goes to a different lawyer.”
“I can’t believe you’re talking me into this.”
“Me neither.” Bennie smiled, inwardly relieved.
“Only you.” Nate smiled back.
“It’s in Dumbarton’s best interests, and OpenSpace’s, too.”
