Chapter Forty-Two
SYLVIEI don’t end up meeting Prin’s boss, Amber, in person until the day we are due for arbitration at the offices of a neutral law firm in Stamford.
“It’s not necessary to do a face-to-face since she can’t see you anyway,” Prin explained a few weeks earlier. “Most of our communication is via phone or adapted technology. But you can bet if she takes you on as a client, she is going to work her ass off for you.”
I hope so. I trust Prin, but her boss’s plan feels risky. Even Amber told me she wasn’t sure it would work. But she likes our chances in arbitration better than she likes our chances in the Connecticut court system.
“At least we both get a say on the arbitrator overseeing the case,” she explained when she first pitched the idea of arbitration to me during our i
