A journalist dug up an old image from one of Daniel’s firm dinners — Evelyn standing behind him, holding a tray, while he posed with clients. The caption read: The $48 million artist no one noticed was standing in the room the entire time.

By sunrise, Daniel had called his legal team twelve times. He arrived at the firm before six in the same clothes from the night before. His senior attorney, Marcus Hale, had already pulled the settlement documents.

Daniel paced behind the conference table. “She concealed the value.”

Marcus kept reading. “Did she receive an offer before signing?”

“I don’t know.”

“Did she have an appraisal?”