He took another step toward me, his face twisting in anger.

“You think you can survive without my name?” he whispered.

“You were nothing before I married you.”

“And you are a thief now,” I said.

I turned my back on him and opened the glass door.

The boardroom was still silent, but the tension had shifted.

Vanessa was standing near the window, staring down at her phone.

Her face was pale.

She looked up as I walked out, her eyes darting between me and the office behind me.

I saw the sudden realization in her eyes.

She was beginning to see that Grant’s empire was a hollow shell.

She had aligned herself with a man who was about to lose everything.

She looked at Margaret, who was calmly writing notes on a yellow pad.

Then Vanessa looked at me, her expression changing from hostility to something else.

It was the look of a survivor looking for a lifeboat.

“Margaret,” I said, my voice carrying across the quiet room.

“We are leaving.”

“Of course,” Margaret said, packing her papers into her briefcase.