Chapter 2 - The Folder Was Not Divorce Papers
Ethan reached the elevators before the doors opened.
“What are you doing here?”
Grace looked once at Vanessa’s red dress, then back at him.
“Working.”
Declan Pierce checked his watch.
“Four minutes.”
Ethan pointed at the black folder.
“What are you signing?”
Grace’s expression barely changed.
“Something you should have read three months ago.”
The elevator opened.
Ethan stepped forward.
Declan moved between them without touching him.
“Your wife has a meeting.”
“She’s my wife.”
Grace answered before Declan could.
“And that is not a business title.”
The doors closed.
Ethan stood in the lobby with Vanessa.
For the first time all weekend, his phone felt heavy in his pocket.
He checked it.
Thirty-seven missed calls.
Board chair.
General counsel.
Chief financial officer.
His stomach dropped.
May you like
The investor conference he had invented as an excuse for the trip had become real.
Only the investors were meeting without him.
