She stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the gray skyline of Manhattan.

“But we must be careful,” she warned. “Nathan is a strategist. He has no independent wealth, which makes him dangerous.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“He will realize what you are doing the moment I file the formal notice of trust violation,” she said.

She turned to face me, her hands folded over her skirt.

“He will not simply pack a bag and leave, Catherine. He will try to neutralize the threat.”

“The trust protects me,” I said, touching my belly.

“The trust protects your assets,” Margaret corrected gently. “It does not protect you from his manipulation.”

She walked back to her desk and tapped the desk phone.

“I will draft the formal eviction notice based on the unauthorized entry logs and the fraudulent billing,” she said.

“How long will it take to serve him?” I asked.

“By tomorrow morning,” Margaret said. “But you need to prepare yourself for his reaction tonight.”

She looked at me with a sudden, sharp intensity.