He dropped a yellow legal pad, and it fell to the floor, the pages scattering.

Dane helped him pick them up.

Gavin’s face was pale, his jaw set so tight I could see the muscles twitching.

“Let’s go, Cassandra,” Sarah said, gathering her files.

“We need to meet with the receiver.”

I stood up and smoothed my gray wool skirt.

As we walked toward the center aisle, Gavin stepped out to block my path.

Dane tried to grab his arm, but Gavin shook him off.

“You think you won,” Gavin said, his voice low and dangerous.

He smelled of stale coffee and expensive cologne.

“I built that company, Cassandra.”

“I built it with you,” I said, keeping my voice level.

“You just forgot who owned the foundation.”

He leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing.

“You think a court order stops everything?” he whispered.

“You think I don’t have contingency plans?”

I didn’t answer him.

“There are accounts you don’t know about,” he said.

“Accounts that don’t show up on your forensic examiner’s little slides.”

“We’ll find them, Gavin,” I said.

“Good luck with that,” he sneered.