“Do you care?” Julian asked, turning to look at me.

His gray eyes were calm, assessing me.

“I care about the projects,” I said. “I care about the people in Boston who will lose their jobs because of this.”

I stood up and grabbed my coat from the back of the chair.

“And I want to see the look on her face when she realizes she didn’t win,” I added.

Julian nodded, a brief, sharp gesture. “My driver is downstairs. I’ll have him bring the car around.”

“I need to call Margaret Hale first,” I said. “She needs to know the foundation’s funds might be compromised.”

I dialed Margaret’s direct line as I walked toward the office door.

She answered on the second ring, her voice crisp and clear despite the late hour. “Claire. I was just reading the preliminary report on the Chicago suspension.”

“Margaret,” I said, pressing the elevator button. “Serena Vale is draining the Bennett accounts. She has a flight to London tonight.”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line.

“Are you sure?” Margaret asked.