“Living in this place always made you look like a guest in your own marriage.”
Then the broker’s voice:
“The forged signature isn’t flawless, but for the initial underwriting phase, it will pass compliance.”
And then Richard:
“That saves Nebula Systems.”
The room erupted into hushed whispers. Investors turned away from the stage to stare directly at Richard and Eric.
Eric rushed over to me, grabbing my elbow. “Clara, turn it off. We can fix this at home.”
“We heard you fix it at home, Eric.”
Then, Eric’s recorded voice echoed through the ballroom speakers:
“And once Clara lands at Charles de Gaulle, I’ll lock our joint accounts… I’m filing for divorce on Monday.”
Gasps rippled through the audience.
And then came Richard’s recorded question about the $480,000 already stolen from my reserve accounts over two years.
Thomas Sterling, one of Nebula’s primary venture backers, stood up from his front-row seat. “What $480,000, Richard?”
