“You want me to commit perjury for you,” I said.

“It’s not perjury,” he lied, his voice rising in pitch. “It’s just administrative paperwork. Nobody is going to check.”

“No, Scott,” I said, looking him dead in the eye. “The answer is no.”

His face flushed a deep, angry red.

The veins in his neck tightened.

“You’re going to ruin this for me,” he said, his voice shaking with rage. “I have millions of dollars waiting for me, and you are standing in the way because of your pride.”

“You ruined this yourself when you cheated on me,” I said quietly.

“Don’t bring that up here,” he muttered, glancing around at the staring faces of my coworkers.

“Sign the paper, Avery,” he commanded, stepping even closer. “I’m not leaving until you sign it.”

“Is there a problem here?” Marcus’s voice broke through the tension.

Marcus walked over, his hands pockets of his slacks, his face expressionless.

Scott spun around to face him.

“This is family business,” Scott said, his voice sharp. “Stay out of it.”

Marcus looked at the document on my desk, then back at Scott.