Richard got up from his chair, put his phone back in his coat pocket, and walked toward the conference room door.

“The car is waiting in the garage, Linda,” Richard said.

Linda took three steps toward the door, then stopped and turned back to Ethan.

“You let your wife talk to me like I’m a stranger,” Linda said.

“You made yourself a stranger the day you locked her out,” Ethan said.

Linda walked out into the carpeted hallway, the tap of her heels fading down the corridor toward the elevators.

Richard paused in the doorway, looked at Ethan for a moment, and gave him a short nod before following his wife.