"If anything happens to Graham's child, there's no future for us either."
I watched their retreating figures and murmured, "There's no future for us. There hasn't been for a long time."
By the time I finished sweeping up the broken glass, the cut on the top of my foot had already stopped bleeding on its own.
But the wound in my chest was still raw and open.
The suffocating weight pressing against my ribs pushed me to a decision. I called several of the company's shareholders.
When they heard I wanted to sell my thirty-percent stake, every one of them expressed interest.
I told them to name their price. Highest bidder wins.
Half an hour later, I signed a share-transfer agreement with the CTO.
She was capable and ambitious, yet Carrie had always kept her at arm's length. With my shares, she would become the company's largest stakeholder.
I hoped Carrie would enjoy the wedding gift I'd prepared for her.
My phone buzzed again. The wedding planner.