Chapter 20 — The Envelope

On a Tuesday fourteen months after the party, Malcolm brought me a thin white envelope along with the coffee, and set it on the desk beside the Q3 binder.

“Your divorce decree,” he said.

“Finalized this morning.

The prenuptial agreement held in full, exactly as your mother meant it to.

Because Keystone’s capital was pre-marital and traceable to her estate, he never had a claim on a single share.

The court ordered his personal holdings sold to satisfy the restitution.