Mark ripped his arm from Tiffany’s grasp.
“I don’t know this woman,” he said.
Tiffany froze.
The entire lobby gasped.
Mark turned desperately toward Katherine, raising his hands like he could physically hold the situation together. “Honey, she’s obviously some delusional intern. I have no idea why she would say that.”
Tiffany stared at him as if he had struck her.
“You don’t know me?” she whispered.
Mark’s eyes flashed with warning. “No.”
“You were in my apartment last night.”
“Tiffany,” he hissed sharply.
“You bought me that apartment!” she screamed, humiliation exploding into fury. “You told me your wife was cold, boring, useless! You said once you got control of her shares, you’d divorce her and marry me!”
Mark lunged toward her. David grabbed his shoulder and shoved him backward.
“Touch her again,” David said coldly, “and I’ll personally make sure assault gets added to the charges.”
Katherine opened her purse and removed a folded document. At the same moment, her attorney, Arthur Vance, stepped through the crowd carrying a thick file.
“Madam Chairwoman,” Arthur said.
The title rippled through the lobby.
Madam Chairwoman.
Tiffany looked like the floor disappeared beneath her feet.
Katherine took the file and threw it at Mark’s shoes. Bank statements, wire transfers, hotel receipts, and property records scattered across the marble floor.
