The frosted doors at the end of the room swung open.

Chapter 11 — The Clicking Heels

Three men in dark suits came in first, and behind them Corvin’s own financial advisor, whose face had gone the color of paper.

Then came Ijeoma Ballantyne, her heels striking the polished floor with a slow, even rhythm that made the room go quiet.

Corvin stood and buttoned his jacket, recovering his salesman’s smile.

“Ms.