“I am transferring the entire estate to the Greenwich Historical Preservation Trust,” I said.

Lena was silent for a moment.

“That is a significant tax write-off,” she said. “But it also means you lose the property value.”

“I do not want the value,” I said. “I want the house gone from our books, and I want the Mercer name erased from the county records.”

“And the hospitality group?” Lena asked.

“We rename it,” I said, turning back to face her. “Whitaker Holdings will absorb the remaining assets. We begin the restructuring on Monday.”

The door to the boardroom opened again.

My assistant, Sarah, walked in, holding a courier envelope.

She looked pale, her eyes wide as she looked at the empty chairs.

“Nora,” Sarah said, her voice trembling slightly.

“What is it, Sarah?” I asked.

“This just arrived from the court clerk’s office in Nassau County,” she said, holding out the envelope.

“The custody hearing for Philip’s children?” Lena asked.

“No,” Sarah said, her fingers tightening on the cardboard. “It is a sealed deposition from Blaire.”

I took the envelope from her hand.