My breath stuck in my throat, but I kept my back straight.

“You filed without even talking to me?”

“I don’t owe you any more explanations,” he said, sliding onto the leather seat.

“My lawyers will handle all communication from now on.

Don’t come to this building again.”

He pulled the heavy door closed, started the engine and backed out of the space without once looking at me in his rearview mirror.

By three thirty I was back in Arthur Miller’s cramped office.