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nd let the feigned crisis play out. I sent Kyle a series of short, panicked texts: She's in surgery. It's bad. Don't know how long

e know when you're free. And then, an hour later: Karma is getting anxious.

My mother was supposedly on an operating table, and

Thorne, the oldest and most influential member of ou

called an emergency board meeting for tomorrow

my voice remained ste

your judgment. He's going to move for a temporary injunction, to have you suspended from you

tional breakdown against me. He would paint himself as the concerned, stable husba

laced with disapproval. "He's going to have her

ips. "Let him bring his mistress. Let him cal

'll back you, but he's got the votes

Marcus. Just make sure the company's full legal team is present. And h

at are you

eover," I said

r. She's stable. I'm exhausted. I can be at

. Good. See you at 9 a.m. i

alking into his ambush. He had no idea the m

s for

was the storm. And I was about to ma