“No, no, please, I want my family!” Caleb sobbed.
“I am giving you exactly what you wanted most, Caleb,” I said coldly.
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Space,” I answered, my tone absolute and final. “You are going to have all the space in the world out on the street after the marshals seize your estate this afternoon. Do not ever call this number again.”
I pulled the phone away from my ear, pressed the red button, and permanently blocked the number.
I opened the door to the green room and walked out into the bustling hallway of the television studio. Standing near the exit, holding a sleek leather briefcase, was Mr. Vance, the senior partner of the law firm representing the Apex Fund.
“Ms. Carter,” the lawyer said, offering a respectful nod as I approached. “A masterful performance. I just received word from the courthouse. The judge, having watched the broadcast along with the rest of the country, expedited your case. The court has accepted the emergency divorce petition and the restraining order. Furthermore, the asset freeze on the Carter estate is fully enacted.”
