Percival Covington sat in his office, the divorce agreement from Lyra Moreau spread across his desk. His gaze narrowed as he scanned through the document for the third time.
"She's not asking for anything, Roman," Percival remarked, his tone tinged with disbelief. "Not a penny of alimony, no property division. Just a clean break."
Roman Sinclair stood stiffly by the desk, arms crossed. "That's precisely what concerns me, sir. No one walks away from a Covington empty-handed unless they're planning something bigger."
Percival leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin. "She claims to need the divorce for her company's IPO."
