“He does not understand the strength of the domestic conduct clause we inserted into the trust amendment last year.”

“I am preparing the paperwork now, Catherine.”

“I am going to make sure he can never set foot in this building again.”

“Just hold on.”

Outside the door, the doorknob rattled again, more violently this time.

“Catherine!” Nathan shouted.

“I know you are talking to Sterling!”

“You are making a massive mistake.”

“You are going to ruin everything I have built.”

I walked over to the door and stood just inches from the wood.

“I didn’t build this, Nathan,” I said, my voice clear and firm.

“My family did.”

“And you have no right to touch it.”

I could hear Sloane’s heels clicking rapidly on the hardwood floor of the hallway.

“The elevator is moving,” she hissed.

“Someone is coming up.”

“Nathan, we need to leave before they see us like this.”

“No,” Nathan growled.

“I am not running away from my own home.”

“This penthouse belongs to me as much as it belongs to her.”

I looked at the digital clock on the bedside table.