The boardroom evacuated with the speed of a sinking ship. The board members scrambled over each other to sign Silas's hastily drafted surrender documents, desperate to wash their hands of the radioactive fallout Julian and Victoria had created.

I didn't stay to watch the ink dry. My part in the th

The legal destruction of Julian Sterling took exactly forty-eight hours to finalize.

By Tuesday morning, my attorneys had frozen his personal bank accounts, citing the commingling of embezzled corporate funds. By Wednesday afternoon, the bank had foreclosed on the penthouse, and the leased luxury

The restaurant Silas chose was an exclusive, subterranean speakeasy in Chelsea, hidden behind an unmarked door. Inside, it was a cavern of dark wood, low amber lighting, and leather booths that offered absolute privacy.

We sat across from each other in a secluded corner, a bottle of vintage Bordea