(Carter's POV)
People stopped talking when I passed them at the summit. My CFO followed me into a hotel suite and spread the numbers across the dining table.
"The credit lines are gone," he said. "So is the bond support. We don't have enough liquidity to open tomorrow."
My banker had played golf with me last month. Now his assistant said he was in an all-day meeting. Board members ignored my calls or sent one-line replies. After-hours trading kept driving the stock lower.
Serena had timed every move.
The CFO kept refreshing the cash-flow screen. Every update removed another figure from the available column.
I searched the reports for a negotiation point. She might be forcing a larger divorce settlement or a seat on the board. If I could speak to her without an audience, I could show
