“Stocks are sliding."
“They'll rebound."
“They won't," the lawyer said. “Not while every screen shows that hallway."
The conference room door opened. Rosalie's father filled the frame—jet‑lagged, controlled, furious.
“Miss Hale," he said when he saw Sara waiting. “Give me two minutes."
He shut the door. Voices rose, then leveled. Two minutes later he came back out and nodded at Sara.
“A word," he said.
They stood in the corridor.
“I just flew in," he said. “The scandal hurt the company. I spoke to counsel. I'm filing for divorce. From today, Lily has a settlement and nothing else."
Sara exhaled. “Understood."
“I will also return what I paid toward your training," he said. “You do not owe me."
“You don't have to."
“I prefer clean lines," he said. “One more thing: I believed her
