Sold To a Billionaire
The lawyer opened a briefcase and took out a thick stack of papers.
"Divorce papers. Uncontested. You sign, you get five hundred thousand dollars, cash, today. Enough to disappear. Enough to take your father and never come back to New York. And a new mop, if you want to be funny."
Adrian flinched.
"And you, Adrian," Richard said, turning to his son. "You sign that you had no relations with her, that the marriage was a business arrangement that failed, you get your CEO position back tomorrow morning. Seven AM board meeting. Your keycard works. Your email works. Everything goes back to normal. Like she never happened."