Chapter 4

The mahogany boardroom was suffocating.

Voss sat at the head of the long table, wearing the crisp red silk tie I had bought him for our fifth anniversary. Beside him sat Cosima, wearing a cream suit. She was sitting in my usual seat, softly dabbing her eyes with a tissue for the benefit of the press members standing near the door.

"In light of last night's personal financial irregularities and administrative conflicts," Voss announced smoothly, his voice echoing authoritatively, "I am proposing an emergency vote to suspend Noelle Sinclair's signing authority."

I sat at the far end of the table…