ne, replaced by business-like efficiency. She snapped her fingers, and a bodyguard Ale

k of the Montgomery G

nelia said. This time,

armchair. Cornelia pushed t

gn

ader was bold and centered: DIS

dn't feel surprised. She felt n

aded. "Fletcher has a destiny. You were... a neces

ied for seven years." Seven years. Two thousand five hundr

elia asked softly. "No heirs. No social sta

A lump sum. An apartment in Brooklyn. But you sign a full NDA. You

as a gag order. It stripped

," Alexa said, c

tupid. You think Fletcher wants you here? Felici

r voice gaining strength. "Let him loo

" Cornelia scoffed. "He doesn

tood up. She grabbed the folder. "I'm keeping th

and contempt. "Have it your way. Drag it out. But remember, Alexa-there's the easy way o

marched out. The bodyguard follo

lead. She walked to the wall safe hidden behind a painting. She p

he divorce p

ger. A multi-car pileup on the FDR Drive

e papers, and went to the bedroom to put on her armor. When she walked out of the apartment te