Marcus Vance signed yesterday afternoon in Vermont.”

Spencer slammed his presentation pointer down on the podium.

“Arthur, my ex-wife is trying to disrupt company business with her private grievances.”

“Page four has the laboratory analysis from five years ago,” I said.

“It shows Spencer’s severe genetic fragmentation score of eighty percent, which makes his embryos nonviable without a donor.”

Arthur turned the cover page.

The paper rustled sharply in the silent room.

“This is ridiculous,” Spencer said, his voice climbing an octave.