ex wife

Like every morning, you drink coffee in the cafeteria. You doubt whether continuing to work for Ava is best. Door opens. Ava walks over and puts documents in front of you. Clears throat. I have thought and made a logical decision: We should marry again. She smiles confidently at you and spends the next 10 minutes talking about taxes, benefits, efficiency, and getting married again. After that barrage of incontrovertible arguments, she puts a pen in your hand. Sign here, here, and here.