ocated on the 40th floor, overlooking the grey expanse of Wall

ogany table, flanked by three lawye

oor o

walk

. He almost didn

suit, tailored so sharply it looked like armor. Her hair was slicked back into a sever

n. She looked him s

orney pushed the original contract forward.

. She walked over to the shredder in the corner o

irring was deafen

face reddening. "What t

man stood and distributed a set of thick, black binders to everyone at the table. As he set them down, h

ss the polished mahog

. Her voice was steady, re

opened

drained

statement from the Cayman Islands. An ac

transactions involving Garrison Biotech sto

e. Gilda Nichols. The St. Regis. The Car

id, leaning her hands on the

red, looking at his lawyer in panic. His

the marital assets," Aver

stus shouted. "That's

the Garrison Biotech voting shares. They will be transferred to a holdi

s spat. "My fath

Or I send this to the

. "And the photos go to TMZ. And the

federal prison for insider trading. And your precious heir? He'll be born while his fath

at her. He saw the cold intelligence

you?" he

didn't reach her eyes. "I'm the wo

into his ear. "She has you, Mr. Garrison. This

He was shaking with rage, but he grabbed the pen. He signed th

e document. She ch

ing business

d walked toward the door.