I felt a faint, distant prickle at the back of my neck, but the panic that used to accompany his name was completely gone. In its place was a vast, arctic calm.
“It’s fine, Sarah. I’ll handle it.”
I stepped out of my office, the automatic glass doors parting with a soft hiss, and walked into the expansive, marble-floored lobby.
Thomas stood near the security desk. The last twelve months had not been kind to him. The arrogant, tailored businessman was gone. He looked aged by a decade, his posture slumped, his suit slightly wrinkled and out of style. The lawsuit I had filed exposed years of his financial mismanagement. His logistics company had gone bankrupt mere months after the public scandal of my graduation. Victoria, true to her nature, had filed for divorce the moment the bank accounts were frozen, taking what little liquid cash he had left and moving to Florida with Haley.
He was completely, utterly broken.
When he saw me walking toward him, flanked by security, his bloodshot eyes watered. He looked at my pristine white coat, at the massive steel letters spelling my name on the wall behind me.
