Emma didn't sleep that night.
She lay in bed staring at the ceiling, doing math in her head that didn't need doing because she already knew the numbers.
Four billion dollars for Phoenix Ventures.
Her stake: roughly 52 percent after the various funding rounds and employee stock options.
Two point zero eight billion dollars.
To her. Personally.
She could retire. Right now. Never work another day in her life. Set up trust funds for Grace and whatever other kids they had. Buy that dream house in Park Slope with cash. Travel the world. Do whatever she wanted.
Freedom.
Complete and total freedom.
So why did her chest feel tight? Why did she feel like she was suffocating?
"You're spiraling," James said quietly in the darkness. "I can hear you thinking from here."
"Sorry. I'll go to the
