His face lit with arrogance.

“I am.

And the second I land that hundred-and-twenty-million-dollar deal, you’ll regret walking away.” “Then you should make sure you’re on time,” I said, and I left.

Chapter 8 — The Affidavit

A few hours later I stood behind a one-way mirror in an observation room at my own headquarters, watching my husband walk into my boardroom to beg my company for his life, and not know that any of it was mine.

My senior investment director, Samuel Adler, greeted Jonathan warmly and walked him through the preliminary terms — and I had made sure, the night before, that the terms included one particular document.