The Price of Indifference and the Fall of Elias King
“You have one hour,” Elias said. “Then I file the counter-suit.”
“I’ll be back,” I said.
I turned and walked out of the office, my heels clicking against the marble floor.
The reception area was quiet. Elias’s secretary didn’t look up as I passed.
I took the elevator down to the lobby.
The descent made my ears pop.
When the doors opened, the bustling noise of the lobby washed over me.
I walked quickly toward the revolving doors and stepped out into the cold rain.
The damp air hit my face, shocking my senses.
I pulled my coat tight around myself and walked down the block.
I stopped under the awning of a closed coffee shop.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Daniel’s number.
He answered on the second ring. “Is it done?”
His voice was warm, friendly, and completely false.
“I saw the transfer,” I said, keeping my voice low.
“Good,” Daniel said. “That is just the beginning, Ava. You’ll never have to worry about money again.”
“Why the maiden name, Daniel?” I asked.
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line.