Hudson smiled. "The case, absolutely. But don't worry about compensating me. Sophie doesn't know I was fired yet. Don't tell her. I'm afraid she'll tear Darrell apart."
Knowing Sophie's temper, that was a real possibility. I nodded.
Then something Darrell had said at the elevator doors came back to me.
"Has Darrell ever drawn up a will?"
The coffee shop was busy, people coming and going. Not exactly the best place to discuss something like this.
The surprise on Hudson's face told me everything. He didn't know.
"We can talk about that later. For now, just draft me a divorce agreement. Something I can have ready."
"If he did make a will, how would that affect me? After the divorce, how would assets be divided? If I use this pregnancy as leverage, could I get a larger share? And the three hundred thousand dollars I put up when Shuwell Corp was founded needs to be accounted for too."
I laid everything out in one breath. Hudson took careful notes on every point.
This war was about to begin. When I'd first held that pregnancy report, I thought today would be a day of celebration.
Instead, it had become the opening move.