“Sure.”
Evelyn visibly relaxed.
That was when I realized how completely they believed they had found the perfect victim.
They had no idea their financial future was already sitting in my inbox.
Or that I controlled whether it survived.
Part 3
The following Monday, Arthur called six times before noon.
I answered the seventh call.
“Hey,” I said calmly.
His voice was tense.
“Did you hear anything strange about Northbridge?”
“No. Why?”
“Our financing meeting got canceled.”
“That sounds inconvenient.”
“Very.”
Voices murmured behind him.
Then Charles took the phone.
“Claire, Arthur says you work in consulting. Do you know anyone in finance?”
I looked through the window of my forty-second-floor office.
“A few people.”
“Northbridge pulled out without explanation.”
“I’m sure they had a reason.”
Silence followed.
That evening, Arthur arrived at my apartment furious.
“This could destroy my father’s company.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t sound sorry.”
I folded my hands.
“Sit down.”
He stared at me.
“What?”
“Sit.”
For the first time since we met, Arthur obeyed without arguing.
I put the prenup on the table.
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