to-ceiling windows of the Central Park penthouse,

t a single second. She was still wearing her thin cotton pajamas,

door intercom shattered the

the heavy door, Cooper's private attorney stood in the hallway, clutching

briefcase, pulled out a thick stack of legal

ed from the cover page: Ma

," the lawyer said, his tone clipped. "You are e

nd page. The terms were brutally clear. She would leave with e

that made her stomach

signed these papers, she would be thrown out of the Guthrie family. She would lose all access to Cooper's medical records. She would lose the abil

der. She looked the l

s," she said, her voi

p the bridge of his nose. His professional

e legal department has enough resources to ensure you never find empl

o the raw crescent wounds from the night before. She clamped he

hrill, frantic ringing of the la

k on the lawyer and p

el

s voice was completely broken, thick with panic and tears. "I

. Her fingers went numb. The heavy plastic receiver slipped

man who supported this marriage. The only power i

ied, she had

lway into the master bedroom, tearing off her pajamas and pu

orsche. She ran back out, blowing past the

e lawyer shouted after her as sh

nst the elevator button, her

creeching against the concrete of the underground garage. She mer

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tility this morning amid unconfirmed rumors rega

d her phone and dialed the internal em

d, her voice shaking. "Is the hel

ETA is four minute

e. She slammed her foot

ut a high-pitched squeal as she swerved aggr

a chaotic mess of terror. If Sterling didn't survive, the divorce would be finalized by tomorrow,