She looked at Harper Sloane.

“Harper, get my coat,” Marisol said.

“Marisol, wait,” Graham said, taking a step toward her.

“We can work this out. We can structure the payout differently.”

“There is nothing to work out,” Marisol said, her voice freezing the air.

“I do not do business with people who forge signatures on land deeds.”

“And I certainly do not do business with people under investigation for fraud.”

“We aren’t under investigation,” Celeste said, her voice rising in panic.

“You will be as soon as I leave this room,” Marisol said.

She picked up her leather handbag from the chair.

“I have a reputation in this state, Celeste,” Marisol said.

“My name will not be dragged into a family feud over a forged deed.”

“The offer is withdrawn,” Marisol said.

Harper Sloane stood up and began packing her laptop into her bag.

“I will send the formal termination paperwork to your office, Graham,” Harper said.

“Though I expect you will be too busy to read it.”

Graham looked at me, his eyes wide and dark with anger.

“You think you won?” Graham said, his voice shaking.