I turned to Cortland, my gaze sharp with irony.
“You’re really something else… biting the hand that fed you.”
That sentence landed like a dagger, straight into his pride.
He straightened up sharply, his expression darkening with fury. “You built Dorance Industries? Don’t flatter yourself. All you did was throw in a bit of money. What, you think we’d fall apart without you?”
“We’ve already paid back your investment. Don’t you think you should, like Thalia said, be a bit more sensible?”
Cortland’s expression grew colder when he said that, his guarded eyes watching me as if I might leap forward and snatch their shares at any moment.
I didn’t bother answering. I simply bent down to pick up my phone, its screen spiderwebbed from the fall.
Just then, a Cirqle notification lit up the screen.
It was an update from my assistant.
[Ma’am, the divorce papers you requested have been sent. Please check your email.]
Almost at the same time, Cortland ordered his most trusted men to search the boxes I’d packed, to see if I had stolen any of the company’s confidential documents.
Before I could react, several pairs of hands were already tearing through my things, scattering them across the floor.