Chapter 24
[Atlas]
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Watching Cordelia fall into the street, knowing that I was the one who put her there, made my blood run cold. Regardless of ho
things may have turned out between us, I would never do anything to risk her safety.
And yet, that is exactly what I did when I let my anger get the worst of me.
I hope she can forgive me.
I was going to send the rest of her things from our house to her new address, but it’s close enough to my office that I decided to hand deliver it. That way I can check in on her at the same time and make sure her injuries do not need greater care. She may not be my wife anymore, but I will always feel honor–bound to be responsible for her.
It is what her sister would have wanted.
But also, it is what I want. I want her to know that she can always depend on ‘me and that she gever needs to fear me again.
The drive to her place from my office is short. Soon I am standing on the sidewalk underneath her balcony, looking up at the warm light coming from her living space.
Good, this means she’s home and awake.
But she is not alone.
He is there. Her “friend.”
She is smiling sweetly, her eyes twinkling. I’ve never seen her so happy.
Was she really that miserable with me?
I am about to ring her doorbell when she leans forward and kisses him.
She doesn’t need me. Not anymore.
Placing her box of belongings on the porch,
I’m in a thoroughly foul mood by the time I reach the office to finish off my day before heading home. I turn around and head back to the office, the image of her body pressed against his seared into my mind, visible even when I close my eyes.
I know it shouldn’t matter to me that she has someone else in her life now, but it does.
On my desk is a stack of papers waiting for my approval–the last set of purchase orders from Greyson Mills to pay our vendors. As per our agreement, I am still responsible for covering these last few debts that accrued before our agreement was terminated.
The first one is a purchase order for a large quantity of fabric. $100,000 to a textile mill here in LA under a -name I do not recognize. Picking up my phone, I call the number listed.
“Environmental Protection Agency, Los Angeles,” the voice on the other end answers. “How can I redirect your call?”
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My phone rings. It’s my lawyers. We spend the next 30 minutes discussing what I just discovered while they tell me about the reason for their call, some disturbing proof that Greyson Mills had been embezzling from Steele Industries for years. With these purchase orders as additional evidence, and my phone call confirming that the money was going to government officials, my lawyers are convinced that this is part of a large embezzlement scheme.
Within minutes of calling the police, they send an investigator from their white–collar crimes division to collect the purchase orders and to take a look through our accounting records. After Sydney is done guiding them to our financial department, she comes back to my office and closes the door.
“I’m fine,” I groan as I cover my eyes, pressing them into my head in an attempt to relieve my growing migraine. “Is there something that you need?”
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