The sound was so loud that Evelyn shifted in her chair, her eyebrows raised.

“I filed for divorce, Victor,” I said.

“My credit cards were just declined at the hotel,” he hissed. “I tried to pay my bill and the desk clerk told me the account was flagged.”

He was breathing heavily, his voice raspy and desperate.

“The court issued a temporary restraining order on all assets,” I said. “Every account is being audited.”

“You’re ruining me,” he whispered, his tone dropping to a low, dangerous growl. “You and Nathan. I know he is in Seattle.”

“He is doing his job,” I said.

“His job?” Victor laughed, a dry, bitter sound that ended in a cough. “Nathan thinks he is the hero here. He thinks he is going to take my chair.”

I stayed silent, holding the phone tight against my ear.

“You tell Nathan to back off those archive files, Claire,” Victor said.

“It is too late,” I said. “Evelyn already has them. The board is meeting in fifteen minutes.”

“Then Evelyn better look at the 2016 environmental reports for the Redmond site,” Victor said.