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server humming quietly in the corner, and a whiteboard covered in algorithmic equations only I could decipher. This was the real me, the ar

, the corporate charter I had drafted in a caffeine-fueled haze five years ago. My fingers f

lause 1138, Section

planted at the very beginning, a relic of a younger, more paranoid me who had read one too many stories of female founders being pushed out by

ating an employee and attempting a sham divorce-the other co-founder had the right to trigger an immediate, internal audit

was Kyle. I let it go to voicemail. He calle

e back and you were gone. T

ext, minu

. We need to talk. Th

ok a deep, steadying breath and calle

hell is going on? I came h

voice a carefully constructed

won't answer your phone-I thought something had happened

aid, letting a tremor enter my vo

t over this. It's a business decision. I need you to

ficult distin

o make this even cleaner. There's a clause in our personal asset portfolio, a joint trust. It requires both our signatures to liquidate any part of it. Karma... s

he was asking me to finance his affair. To use the money

r our money to her?" I a

ral. Once I have her locked down, the money reverts back to the trust

his verifiable transgression to turn the key. His attempt to

t my voice break. I needed to s

" he said, his voice firm, leaving no room for argumen

divorce

nt. It's the only way this works." He paused. "I do lov

k screen of my phone, a cold, preda

imating fool he had always been. And he would trust me to be the pliable, emot