During a business meeting, my husband’s new wife barged in and said, “We’re here for our share of this $500 million company.”

“Total loss,” Daniel said, his voice smug. “The ‘Legacy’ is gone, Laura. You’re nothing now.”

I looked at the smoking ruins. Then, I looked at the street sign. Then, I looked back at them.

A small, bubbly laugh started in my chest. It grew until I was doubled over, tears streaming down my face.

“What’s wrong with you?” Marianne snapped, her smile faltering. “You’ve lost everything!”

“No,” I said, wiping my eyes and pointing to the sleek, chrome skyscraper visible three blocks away on 5th Avenue—the actual Glass Tower. “That’s the $500 million company. That’s Apex Holdings.”

I gestured to the burning pile of rubble in front of us.

“The office you burned was… the original 1920s warehouse.”

I pulled a document from my bag—the one Nathan had “leaked” to them.

“My father and Nathan set this up months ago. This building was condemned and filled with asbestos. The city was going to charge us $2 million just to tear it down. But more importantly…” I grinned at Daniel’s paling face. “I sold the deed to this specific property to your shell company, Daniel. Yesterday. You just burned down your own uninsured asset, committed first-degree arson on your own property, and destroyed the only evidence of your own financial fraud that I had stored inside.”

As the sirens of the police cruisers rounded the corner—called not by me, but by the automated silent alarm I’d installed—I leaned in close to Marianne.

“I think I’ll keep the guitar,” I whispered. “But you might want to practice singing. I hear the acoustics in the state penitentiary are excellent.”