Too Late For Regret, Mister Moss

ffice door

e where Ada had just stood. The

ady to rip it in half. He wanted to

ed, his eyes caught the property division claus

verything. No alimony. No shares in the Moss

old laugh. He tossed the

into the office,

e papers. "It is a trick. She will be crying at the fron

enger seat of the Koenigsegg. The car m

The tight knot in her s

"Where are we going? Do you want to h

ook a sip. The cold water f

Ada said. She gave Slo

ainst the seatbelts. "Are you crazy? That is the billi

red smile. "Just take me to th

den, heavily guarded garage. Ada hugged Sloane good

llar. She stood in front of a small black panel. A green las

ix-thousand-square-foot penthouse. The floor-to-ceiling windows

voice said from the ceiling. The AI assist

go back to

cked off her high heels. Her bare feet s

at the tiny cars moving on the streets below. A

poured a glass of pure malt whiskey over a single large

burned her throat, but it did not stop

lled her out of the snow when she was a teenager with nothing. She h

floor. She pulled her knees to her chest. Her throat

lders shook violently as she sobbed. In this

oda announced softly. White

ched and her eyes burned. S

next to her. The screen lit

en you are done throwing a tantr

hat sharp pain slowly began to numb. She realized how pathetic she must look, crying over a man who viewed her genuine pain as nothing more than an

tapped his name and hit 'Bl

oom and turned on the shower. The freezing cold water

It was filled with the latest desig

dress from the rack. Her eyes were hard and sharp i