In answer to her challenge, I shrugged and signaled my assistant, who stepped forward carrying a set of divorce papers that had clearly been prepared well in advance.
"The terms are laid out in full," I said. "Read them carefully. If you have no objections, sign, and it takes effect immediately."
My words hit the room like a bomb.
The whole place erupted.
"Cobb came prepared for this."
"The boss called it. She was right all along."
"That's ruthless. He set her up, plain and simple."
"We all watched him order her to kiss Jordan for ten seconds. Now he's using that as grounds for divorce?"
"If you ask me, he's got someone on the side."
"You even need to guess? Obviously."
"Men who've moved on are the cruelest kind."
While the crowd buzzed with speculation, Myra read through the divorce agreement, her entire body trembling.
Then she hurled the papers at me.
"Luke! You're offering me one percent of the company after the divorce?" She was shouting now. "What is this, a tip for a beggar?"
The crowd was stunned all over again.