“Roslyn.

We need to talk.” I walked past him to a quiet alcove and sat.

“We can discuss the settlement.” He stayed standing, rigid.

“Do you really have to push this to the nuclear limit?

Wiring that dossier to the screen with my whole family there — you slaughtered me.” I marveled at the audacity of his victimhood.

“Warner, when you booked those hotels and moved that money — did you spare one thought for the corner you were backing me into?” His mouth opened and nothing came.