“Amelia… please, let’s step into the office and look at the account terms privately,” Ethan stammered, his voice dropping into a pathetic, desperate whine as his knees visibly shook against the imported hardwood floors. “We can work out a private secondary separation arrangement… we can restructure the equity split…”
“The equity split was permanently finalized at 9:00 a.m. this morning, Ethan,” I smiled coldly, reaching into my leather briefcase to pull out a bound, gold-sealed structural compliance folder alongside an encrypted high-frequency biometric hardware token. I laid the certified court decrees flat on the hallway console table, right next to Chloe’s damp towels.
