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What I do understand is that there is a job falling into my lap right now, and I’d be bonkers not to accept.

“Sure.”

“Great.” He reaches into his suit jacket for his wallet and pulls out a business card. “Here, in case you have any questions. You can contact me via phone or email, whatever suits you best.”

“Thanks.”

I take the card, running my finger over the embossing. The logo for Harver Groupisquite basic and outdated. The font looks like Garamond, and nothing about it sets it apart from other companies.

“I have to head to the High Line to inspect the apartments of a new building in the area, but give me a buzz, okay? I’ll let Nick know you’re open.”

He exits with a quick wave of his hand, leaving me to my stunned stupor.

What the hell just happened?

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

CULLEN

“These divorce proceedings are draining,” I groan.

“You better suck it up because you’re in it for another month until we get this finalized—and that’s only if we’re lucky.” Halston jogs down the steps beside me.

It’s been six weeks since he brought our case to a judge. Normally, it would take a while for them to set a court date for a contested trial because the judge has to go through all the disputes and assets. But because of how prominent Halston and Darcy both are in the circuit, they used their connections to expedite the process with a couple of favors that I decided not to question.

However, no amount of bribery will accelerate the trial itself. Celine and I are stuck in a courtroom every week until we get this sorted. The poor judge, having to hear us rehash all our issues.

I’d thought it would be simple since we have the signed separation agreement, but because Celine is still set on her bullshit, it is getting drawn out.

Halston believes we are getting close. The judge finally agreed today that Celine has no claim over my investment properties, and that the assets belong to me in the divorce. As of now, it seems like everything will be settled as it always should have been according to the separation agreement—nothing more andnothing less. This pissed Celine off, naturally. She stormed out of the courtroom the minute we adjourned.

She is losing the battle, and I have no remorse.

“Where are you headed?”

“Downtown. Got a meeting with Clifton Bank.”

Calling it a meeting is a bit of a stretch. Clifton is supposed to be meeting with the guys from Vanguard to sign the contracts, so it is my last chance to sneak in there and grab the deal. I got the information from Garrett, of all people. He called me last night, offering the tip free of charge. It is suspicious, but I’m not about to argue with it, so long as he is right.

“All right, I’m headed back to the office. I’ll see you next week.”

Halston gives me a nod and takes off in the opposite direction.

I readjust my backpack and head for the subway. The proceedings had lasted longer than I’d anticipated—which happens every time because Celine and Darcy keep arguing shit claims—but I should still be able to make it downtown before the guys from Vanguard are set to arrive.

I go to scan my watch to buzz me through the turnstile, when it starts vibrating.

I step to the side and fish my phone out of my pocket, swiping to answer the phone call.

“Bridget, isn’t this a pleasant—”

“No time. You have to come to Common Catch.”

“I’m on my way to a meeting, B. I can’t come play.”

“Yeah, well, Verity’s on a date.”

My body locks up. The noise around me turns to a deep hum. I focus on nothing except the words crackling through my phone.