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Gary E. Stern has spent five decades lawyering like a street fighter in a three-piece suit. He's tried cases in state and federal courts, recovered millions for clients, frequently going toe-to-toe against teams of big-firm lawyers, and walking out smiling while they sent bigger bills to their clients.When he's not dismantling opponents with cross-examination, he's swinging a sword. Literally. Stern is a second-dan in Kendo, an advanced student of epee, veteran of the national Kumdo Circuit, and a decade-deep student of Pekiti Tirsia Kali, the Filipino art of blades. His trophy cabinet supports his avocations, his scars do too.Off the mat, he writes sonnets, builds with stained glass and wood, travels the world, and for years rode his Harley to the courthouse steps. He's also the guy who has kept in touch with the same circle of friends for over fifty years because loyalty matters more than law.This book is his unfiltered playbook on the blood sport of business divorce, where the goal isn't to fight fair, it's to win.
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