“Daniel, leave the building.”
He looked up toward the security camera. Even through the grainy feed on my monitor, I could see his jaw tighten.
“Emily, don’t be childish. We need to talk.”
“We have nothing to discuss.”
“You froze the cards.”
“I protected accounts under my name.”
“You ruined my reputation!”
“You attempted to spend $990,000 through my corporate membership five hours after our divorce.”
The lobby went still.
Two junior designers near the elevators turned to stare. A courier froze with a stack of samples in his arms. Even the security guards seemed to enjoy the silence that followed.
Daniel removed his sunglasses slowly. The edge of his left eye was bruised purple.
I almost asked what had happened. Then I remembered Aurum House had private security and a strict policy about unpaid bills.
“You planned this,” he said.
