Johnson's gaze lingered on the polished surface of his desk, his thoughts adrift on the waves of carnal desires that had long defined his existence. At 32, his body was a temple sculpted by years of disciplined training, a fact he often used to his advantage in his unconventional line of work. As a divorce attorney, he had carved out a notorious niche for himself, one that involved seducing the wives of his clients and capturing their indiscretions to ensure his clients walked away from their marriages scot-free, their bank accounts intact.