Daniel put both hands on the table. “I will not lose forty-eight million dollars over a clerical line.”

Marcus’s expression hardened. “It wasn’t clerical. You dictated the language yourself.”

Daniel stared at him. For the first time in twenty years, the men in that conference room were not looking at him as the smartest person present.

Chapter 6 — Yesterday

By noon, Daniel had filed an emergency motion to freeze the auction proceeds. By two, the motion was public, and the headlines shifted.

HUSBAND WHO VALUED WIFE’S ART AT $1 NOW CLAIMS HALF OF $48 MILLION SALE

Lauren called him from her gallery office. “What are you doing?”