The sight that greeted Larissa as she burst through the heavy oak door was not an empty office or a husband relaxing, but a scene of intense, high-stakes commerce. Jasper was standing by his expansive window, his face tight with professional focus, leaning over a large architectural rendering spread across the table. Seated opposite him were three impeccably dressed men, the air around them thick with the scent of money and power, the very shareholders she had met at company events.
Larissa froze, the momentum of her fury dying instantly.
“....and as I was saying, Mr. Thompson, the projected Q4 returns for the acquisition are well ahead of schedule,” Jasper was saying, his voice calm. He turned slightly, catching sight of his wife standing aghast in the doorway, and his composure fractur
