MAYA
“Marcus said fix it or burn it down. Maybe burning it down is fixing it.”
We flew back to San Francisco on a red-eye. I didn't sleep. Just stared out the window at darkness, feeling the weight of what we were about to do pressing down on my chest.
Dominic dozed fitfully beside me, his injured shoulder propped with pillows. Even in sleep, his face looked tight with pain.
Jeremy met us at the airport, looking worse than both of us combined. His eyes were bloodshot, suit rumpled like he'd slept in it.
"Papers are ready," he said, handing me a thick folder. "Liquidation plan, restitution fund structure, sale agreements. Everything you need."
I flipped through pages of legal language. Words that would dismantle a forty-year empire.
"The press conference is set for noon," Jeremy cont
