Chapter 7 - The Arrogance of the Blind
The next morning,
Preston tried a different tactic,
sending a lengthy email to my personal account.
"Maya,
let's be reasonable,"
the email began,
the tone dripping with a patronizing attempt at reconciliation.
"We both overreacted yesterday,
and the stress of the wedding got the best of us."
"My mother was just trying to help you adjust to our family dynamic,"
he claimed,
defending the toxic behavior.
"I need you to unlock the accounts today so I can handle the office expenses."
"We are partners now,
and freezing me out like this is incredibly childish."
I laughed out loud as I read his words,
marveling at the sheer depth of his delusion.
He still didn't realize that the slap wasn't a minor argument;
it was the end of his comfortable life.
I forwarded the email directly to Arthur Vance without replying to Preston.
At ten o'clock,
Arthur called me with the confirmation I had been waiting for.
"The process server is at his office right now,
Maya,"
Arthur informed me,
a hint of satisfaction in his voice.
"He is currently pitching a new client,
one of your father's subsidiaries,
ironically."
"Please tell me they are interrupting the meeting,"
I requested,
leaning against my kitchen counter.
"Oh,
absolutely,"
Arthur chuckled.
"The server has strict instructions to hand-deliver the divorce petition and the restraining order in the boardroom."
I hung up the phone,
wishing I could be a fly on the wall in that office.
Preston loved optics;
he loved looking like the most important man in the room.
To have his dirty laundry aired in front of clients and staff would kill his ego.
May you like
The power dynamic had shifted entirely,
and he was about to realize he was completely powerless.
