The Price of Indifference and the Fall of Elias King
“I can handle the board, Ava,” he said. “But I need you to stand by me.”
I looked at him, surprised by the sheer desperation in his voice.
“We need to present a united front,” he said. “Just for a few months.”
“No,” I said.
“Just a joint statement,” he pleaded. “We can say we are working through our differences.”
“I am not lying for you, Elias,” I said.
“It’s not a lie,” he said. “We can work through it.”
I looked down at the gold band still on his left ring finger.
My own finger felt light and cold where my ring used to be.
“It is over,” I said.
“Daniel is going to prison, Ava,” Elias said, his voice dropping to a whisper.
He came closer, stopping just a few feet away.
I could smell his expensive cologne, mixed with the faint scent of stale coffee.
“They will come after me next if I don’t have the board’s backing,” he said.
“Then you should hire a good lawyer,” I said.
“I don’t want a lawyer,” he said. “I want my wife.”