I stared at the words on the screen.

“He wants a meeting,” I said to Marcus.

“To finalize the division of assets?” Marcus asked.

“Yes,” I said. “He wants to make sure I won’t sue him after he cashes the draft.”

Marcus stood up and adjusted his suit jacket.

“We will give him exactly what he wants,” Marcus said.

“You want me to go?” I asked.

“We both will,” Marcus said. “And we won’t be alone.”

I felt a cold sensation in the pit of my stomach, not of fear, but of anticipation.

“I’ll tell him I’ll be there,” I said.

I typed out a brief reply: *I will bring the documents. Nine o’clock.*

I hit send and watched the status change to delivered.

“Go home, Sophia,” Marcus said gently. “Get some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.”

“I don’t think I can sleep,” I said.

“Try,” he said.

I walked out of the office and down the quiet hallway to the elevator.

The building was nearly empty, the fluorescent lights humming softly overhead.

When I stepped out onto the street, the damp autumn air hit my face.