She was very good and very clear.
She said: we’d have to sue, and they’d defend it, and it becomes a public record. The hospital. Your parents. The bin bag. All of it, in a filing, and then in the press, with your face on it.
She said: it’s your call. But you should know what it costs.
I thought about it for about a week.
And then I let them keep it.
I was thirty-eight months into a company that was finally working. I had spent eleven years being a credit report and a police file and a case number, and I had just got to the point where nobody in a meeting knew anything about me except what I told them.
I was not going to let anybody put my leg in a newspaper again.
