That evening, to keep Eric convinced his master plan was executing flawlessly, I texted him an old, pre-saved photo of the Eiffel Tower from a previous business trip.
“Just landed in Paris. Heading to the hotel now.”
He replied almost instantly:
“Enjoy every second, sweetheart. By Tuesday, everything is going to be different.”
I read his message twice, a cold smile touching my lips.
He had no idea just how right he was.
PART 3
On Monday morning, Richard had convened a major press conference and investor showcase at a luxury hotel in Midtown Manhattan. Nebula Systems had been positioning itself for months as an expanding tech firm, though its actual internal books were a disaster. The public announcement of a new $1.25 million capital injection was supposed to stave off insolvency and quiet his creditors.
At 8:40 AM, I walked through the side entrance of the hotel ballroom alongside my attorney, Eva.
