“It’s different!” I wrench my gaze away from his. “Guy, I’m not going back to that workload. I’m not going back to that pressure. I worked seven days a week, for seven bloody years—”
“Exactly. Exactly! And just as you get the reward … you bail out?” He clutches his head. “Olivia, I’m not sure you understand the position you’re in. You’ve been offered full equity partnership. You can basically demand any income you like. You’re in control!”
“What?” I look at him, puzzled. “What do you mean?”
Guy raises his eyes upward, as though summoning the help of the Lawyer Gods.
“Do you realize,” he says carefully, “the storm you’ve created? Do you realize how bad this all looks for Steve Spink? This is the worst week of press since the Storesons scandal in the eighties.”
“I didn’t plan any of it,
