It was a call from an unlisted number.

I slid my finger across the screen and put the phone to my ear.

“Nora,” Grant’s voice said. He sounded tired, his usual arrogance replaced by a quiet desperation.

“I didn’t think you would answer,” he said.

“What do you want, Grant?” I asked, my voice flat.

“Don’t do this tomorrow,” he said. “We can settle this quietly. I’ll sign whatever you want.”

“It’s too late for that,” I said.

“You don’t understand,” he whispered. “If you release those foundation records, it’s not just my career. It’s prison.”

“You should have thought about that before you signed the wire transfers,” I said.

“I didn’t have a choice,” he said. “My mother… she needed the liquidity to cover the hotel losses. I did it for the family.”

“You did it for yourself,” I said.

“Nora, please,” he said. “For the sake of what we had.”

“What we had was a lie you built with my money,” I said.

I ended the call before he could answer.

I turned back to Lena, who was watching me from her desk.