The moment I sat down, he slid a manila envelope across the table.
"Actually, I've had these ready for a while. I was planning to bring them to you myself."
Hudson studied my face. People always said lawyers could read anyone like an open book. He was living proof.
I allowed myself a small smile and flipped through the documents. They were exactly what I needed: a complete record of the company's finances.
"Darrell actually already let me go. These are the records I compiled before I left."
"Darrell plays dumb, but he's sharper than he looks. After working with him for years, I've learned to read him. He'll probably come after you next. Be careful."
Hudson Dickerson's words caught me off guard, though the more I thought about it, the less surprising it was. Sophie Whitney was my best friend. If my marriage stayed intact, keeping Hudson on as company counsel made perfect sense. But if Darrell and I divorced, there was no way Naomi would let him stay.
"I'll make up for what you lost. From now on, you're handling my divorce case."