Julian

I was reviewing the quarterly projections when my office door opened without a knock.

Nate walked in and closed it behind him with the careful precision of someone trying very hard to stay calm.

"We need to talk," he said.

I looked up from my laptop. "If this is about the Harrison Group situation, Marcus already…"

"It's not about Marcus." Nate crossed to my desk and stood there with his hands in his pockets. "It's about your wife."

Something in his tone made me close the laptop.

"What about Lena?"

"I just had coffee with her." He said it evenly. Too evenly. "We were planning the gala. Going over...