Chapter 5 - The Midnight Call
The cinematic realism of the moment crashed over the quiet kitchen with the force of a nuclear bomb.
Hannah didn't drop to her knees and beg him to let her stay. She didn't cry over losing the house.
"Okay," Hannah whispered lethally.
She zipped up the small suitcase, grabbed her purse, and walked out the front door into the falling snow, loading her sleeping twins into the back of her old minivan. Colin stood in the doorway, laughing arrogantly as the taillights faded down the street. He thought he had completely crushed her into absolute submission.
Hannah drove for ten minutes before pulling over on the dark, snowy shoulder of the highway.
She reached into her purse and pulled out a sleek, highly encrypted smartphone that Colin had never seen before. She didn't dial a divorce lawyer. She dialed a highly classified, unlisted corporate number.
The phone rang exactly once before it was answered.
"Hannah?" a deep, authoritative voice echoed over the line. It was Walter Fenwick, the silver-haired executive in the charcoal suit from the ballroom.
"He crossed the line, Walter," Hannah stated coldly, her voice entirely devoid of human empathy for her husband. "He brought her around my children. The experiment is officially over."
"I understand," Walter replied, his voice filled with profound respect. "What are your orders?"
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"Freeze his trust," Hannah commanded flawlessly. "And call a mandatory, emergency executive board meeting for 8:00 AM tomorrow. I'm coming out of the shadows."
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