Three months later.
Robert's case went to trial.
The evidence was irrefutable. He was sentenced to fifteen years and ordered to forfeit all illegally obtained assets.
When the verdict was read, he didn't scream. He didn't shout.
He just stared at me in the gallery, his eyes as hollow as two black holes.
He would probably never understand how the canary he had kept in a gilded cage, the woman who couldn't even leave the house without his driver, had slipped through his net.
I didn't acknowledge his gaze. I walked out of the courthouse without looking back.
*****
Reclaiming the company was smoother than I had expected.
Robert's so-called loyalists, the moment they saw him fall, turned on him without hesitation.
Back in Alderton, I sat in the corner office that had once been Torrin'
