Chapter 3 - Corporate Fallout
While Marcus was drafting the formal divorce petition, the shockwaves of my lobby grand entrance were tearing through Lawson & Associates.
By 2:00 PM that afternoon, my longtime friend Sarah—who worked as a senior HR director at a neighboring firm in the same corporate building—called me with full operational intelligence.
"Claire, you are an absolute legend," Sarah laughed breathlessly over the phone. "The entire building is talking about it. Security footage of you rolling those suitcases across the marble floor has been floating around private group chats all morning!"
"What’s happening inside Ethan’s office?" I asked, keeping my tone analytical.
"Absolute chaos," Sarah reported. "Arthur Lawson called an emergency executive board meeting at 11:00 AM. Apparently, Lila Parker was dragged into HR by 11:30. She was crying, claiming Ethan promised her a promotion and a senior marketing position in exchange for keeping their 'relationship' quiet."
"Quid pro quo harassment," I murmured. "If she plays the victim card, the company’s legal team will tear Ethan apart to protect themselves from a corporate lawsuit."
"Bingo," Sarah said. "Ethan tried to claim it was a consensual relationship and that you were 'mentally unstable' and fabricating claims to ruin his career. But then Lila showed HR the text messages where Ethan explicitly told her he’d make sure her performance review was flawless if she stayed at the hotel with him last weekend."
I felt a cold flick of satisfaction in my chest. Ethan had thought he was a tactical mastermind, playing two women and a corporation at the same time. He hadn't realized that when you build a house out of lies, the first strong wind knocks it down.
"Where is he now?" I asked.
"He was escorted out of the building by private security twenty minutes ago," Sarah said, her voice dropping. "Suspended indefinitely pending an internal ethics investigation. He left carrying a cardboard box with his desk items. Oh, and Lila? She resigned on the spot and is reportedly consulting an employment lawyer."
"So they didn't even last five hours past the suitcases," I observed softly.
"Nope," Sarah laughed. "Without the excitement of secrecy and your house to retreat to, the fantasy died real fast. Where are you now?"
"I’m at the gun range," I said, pulling my ear protection over my head. "Getting some target practice in."
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"Remind me never to get on your bad side, Major," Sarah said fondly. "Call me later."
I hung up, put on my eye protection, raised my service pistol, and emptied an entire magazine into the center mass of the paper target fifty feet away. Every single bullet hit the bullseye.
