When Julian finally walked into the emergency board meeting, sweating through his tailored suit, his father looked at him with something worse than anger: disappointment.

“Camila will be terminated immediately,” Julian said. “This was a private mistake.”

The company’s chief legal officer slid a folder across the table. “Too late,” he said. “At 8:12 this morning, Olivia Sterling’s attorneys filed a federal financial complaint.”

Julian’s stomach dropped. “What complaint?”

The Clean-Up

At that moment, I sat on the terrace of a beachfront villa in Malibu, drinking coffee while the waves broke below. My attorney appeared on my laptop screen.

“The board is panicking,” she said. “Arthur asked if you’re all right.”