Daniel’s charm evaporated, leaving a cornered, vicious rat.

“She’s lying! She’s a crazy, vindictive woman who couldn’t handle the divorce. Arthur, don’t listen to her!”

Mr. Meyers adjusted his glasses. “The federal injunction filed this morning regarding Mr. Carter’s wire fraud and identity theft is public record, Mr. Vance. I’d be happy to provide the docket number.”

The room erupted into furious, hushed whispers. Arthur Vance didn’t say another word.

He turned and walked out the front door, and within seconds the rest of the guests followed, rushing to escape the blast radius of Daniel’s imploding life.

They left their drinks on the mantels and their hors d’oeuvres untouched. Within two minutes the house was empty, save for me, my lawyer, my security, and the two of them.