“So now I am bad for your stock price,” she asked in a calm and steady voice.
“It is just business,” Logan replied quickly. “You should not take it personally because this is how things work at this level.”
He tapped the stack of papers again, pushing them slightly closer toward her.
“The prenup clearly states that you get nothing, but I am being generous here,” he added as he reached into his pocket.
He pulled out a black credit card and flicked it across the table so it slid smoothly toward Scarlett.
“There is enough money on that card to help you get started somewhere else, and you can keep the old car if you want,” he said.
The lawyer sitting beside him cleared his throat slightly, preparing to correct the statement.
“The car is technically still registered under the company assets,” the lawyer began carefully.
“Let her keep it,” Logan interrupted sharply. “I am being nice here, so do not complicate things.”
He smiled again, clearly satisfied with his own version of generosity.
“Go ahead and sign because I have lunch reservations I do not want to miss,” he said.