They’re threatening to pull their capital.

Do you understand what you’ve done?

You’re destroying us for a ghost.” I looked at her and felt nothing — not anger, not fear, not even pity.

“Do whatever you have to do, Delphine.

Sell the stock.

Call the lawyers.

I don’t care.” I walked past her, out the door, and got behind the wheel of my own car, leaving the driver staring, and drove out through the iron gates.

The drive was a blur of highway lines and rising terror.