“It’s over,” he whispered.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft hiss.

Clara Bennett stepped out of the elevator.

She wore a dark wool coat, damp from the rain, and carried a thick leather portfolio under her arm.

Her expression was entirely devoid of the warmth she usually put on for the public.

She did not look at Daniel first.

She looked at me, her eyes scanning my coat and my bag.

“You are still here,” Clara said.

“I was just leaving,” I said.

Daniel took a step forward, his hand still trembling slightly as he reached for the edge of his desk.

“Clara, what is the meaning of this?” Daniel asked, his voice cracking. “Why did you bypass the lobby security?”

Clara pulled a set of keys from her pocket and let them drop onto the glass coffee table.

They made a sharp, heavy clang.

“The building manager knows who holds the primary debt on this penthouse, Daniel,” Clara said.

She unbuttoned her coat, revealing a tailored grey suit.

“It is not you anymore,” she added.

Daniel stared at the keys, then at Clara.