Chapter 7
By 3:30 PM, I was standing in the glass lobby of Harrison Real Estate Holdings on Michigan Avenue.
The security guards, men who had tipped their hats to me for a decade, looked down at their shoes as I passed.
The news had spread through the office like wildfire.
I took the private elevator to the top floor, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.
When the doors slid open, my personal assistant, Sarah, was already packing cardboard boxes near my desk.
“Daniel,” Sarah whispered, her eyes red from crying. “I’m so sorry.”
“Sarah, what is going on?” I demanded, marching into my corner office.
Sitting in my high-backed leather chair, looking out over the Chicago skyline, was Claire.
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She was still wearing the same navy coat from the courthouse, a steaming cup of tea sitting beside my keyboard.
Beside her stood two senior corporate attorneys and the head of our regional operations team.
