“You give up all voting rights on the foundation board as of midnight,” he said.

Rosalind tapped her index fingernail on the mahogany tabletop, three slow, dry clicks that cut through the room.

“You have no standing to govern family funds once the marriage is dissolved,” Rosalind said.

“Brielle’s twins are the only legal heirs to the Aldridge voting trust, and the firm has to reflect that right away.”

Brielle got up from the table, smoothed the front of her gray dress, and walked over to the marble hearth.

As she turned beneath the wall sconces, a sharp point of light flashed on the lapel at her collar.