Chapter 7 - The Morning After The Storm
At 8:00 AM the next morning, I was sitting in the corner office of my corporate headquarters on the forty-fifth floor of downtown Chicago.
The city skyline stretched out beneath my window, bathed in the crisp, golden sunlight of a new day.
My chief legal officer, Marcus Vance, walked into my office holding a thick leather folder filled with emergency court filings.
“Good morning, Madeline,” Marcus said with a warm, respectful smile, setting the documents onto my glass desk.
“We filed the emergency divorce petition at six this morning, along with a temporary restraining order against Bradley and his immediate family.”
“Furthermore, we revoked his access to your joint corporate accounts and stripped his executive credentials at your firm.”
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I took a sip of my hot black coffee, feeling an overwhelming, weightless sense of absolute freedom washing over my soul.
“What about his personal credit cards, Marcus?” I asked calmly.
