At our law firm, you will be represented by attorney Arthur R. Lehman, who has practiced law in New York City since 1977. Just how well do we know what we are doing? Our record of success speaks for itself.
Led by attorney Arthur R. Lehman, our law firm is focused on achieving success in the most challenging cases. We use our knowledge to handle the largest and most complex litigation for plaintiffs and defendants, from business law disputes to intellectual property disputes to employer/employee disputes.
We do not waste time or money in duplicative staffing or administrative matters, or by filing pointless motions that do not directly further your objectives. We zero in on your goal, find the straightest path to achieving it and follow that path.
At the beginning of your case, we will work with you to articulate a realistic and achievable objective. We actively involve you in decision-making and keep you informed about the progress being made. We believe this open line of communication is essential in providing the best legal representation possible.
While we take pride in the title trial attorney, we understand it can be beneficial to resolve matters without going to trial. However, we do not settle every case, and we will not accept a settlement if a settlement does not work for you. We have tried many cases to successful verdicts. If an advantageous settlement cannot be obtained, we will vigorously try your case. We also pursue appeals when warranted.
Whether you are interested in having us handle your case, are looking for feedback about the direction your case is currently going in or are a fellow lawyer seeking assistance, call 212-697-2715 or e-mail us to schedule a consultation with our New York business litigation law firm.
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Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts.
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Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country.
