The city looked quiet, but my mind was loud with the memories of my marriage.

I remembered the dinners at the country club, the cold smiles Patricia gave me, and the way Harrison always deferred to her decisions.

I had thought I was joining a family, but I had actually been targeted for my balance sheet.

I walked over to the small bar in the corner of my office and poured myself a glass of water.

My hand was steady.

The fear that had kept me awake for months after the divorce was gone, replaced by a cold, clear focus.

I went back to my desk and printed the entire PDF file Elena had sent.

The printer hummed in the quiet room, spitting out page after page of financial ruin for the Voss dynasty.

I stacked the sheets neatly and placed them inside a black leather folder.

I slid the folder into my briefcase next to the lawsuit papers.

Just as I snapped the briefcase shut, my personal cell phone buzzed on the desk.

The screen illuminated the dark wood of the desk.