Ijeoma lifted a blue folder.

“I’ve drafted the petition for dissolution — fraud and bad-faith financial coercion — along with a freeze on the joint accounts he tried to open under your alias.

I’ll deliver it in the boardroom myself.”

“Good,” I said, looking out at the skyline.

“Let’s see how much Corvin enjoys his four-million-dollar house when there’s no company left to pay the mortgage.”

Chapter 10 — Two O’Clock