Unable to process what he was seeing.
“No.”
His voice sounded weak.
“No.”
I finally spoke.
“Yes.”
For the first time all evening, Connor looked afraid.
Real fear.
The kind that arrives when someone realizes the entire world they depended on was built on assumptions.
And every assumption was wrong.
“You told me you worked in strategic consulting.”
“I do.”
“You never said you owned Vanguard Crest.”
I smiled slightly.
“You never asked.”
PART 3: The Collapse
Connor stood abruptly.
His chair crashed backward.
“This is insane.”
Garrett raised an eyebrow.
“Actually, everything is fully documented.”
Connor pointed at me.
“She’s my wife.”
“Ex-wife,” Lawrence corrected.
The room grew even quieter.
