Sloane Hayes Kept Track of Every Dollar Before Her Husband Ever Signed the Apex Account

I thought about the twelve dates on Arthur’s page, folded up in my pocket.

“What is it you want, Julian?”

He straightened his tie with two fingers.

“An advance.

Five hundred thousand against the property split.”

I laid both hands flat on the table.

“Just sign the settlement advance today, and we can both walk away clean,” he said.

“I’ve got a building on Route 30 closing in three weeks.