Chapter 2 - What Gerald Kept
Gerald Okafor had been Megan's attorney since she was twenty-six years old.
Not Jack's attorney. Not their attorney. Hers — a distinction that Jack had worked steadily to erase over the course of their marriage, beginning with the suggestion that having separate legal representation was a little paranoid, don't you think, and ending, three years in, with Megan's quiet agreement to let the retainer lapse and consolidate everything under the firm Jack's hospital used.
She had agreed.
She had not closed the sealed file.
Gerald had kept it because she had asked him to keep it and because he had spent six years watching Megan Walker systematically reorganize her professional identity around her husband's career and had understood, without being told, that the file might matter someday.
The file contained four things.
The first was a full accounting of Megan's pre-marital assets — the consulting firm she had built between twenty-three and twenty-eight, the client list, the revenue records, the intellectual property portfolio that Jack had referred to, at dinner parties, as Megan's little startup and that had, at the time of their wedding, been valued at four point three million dollars.
The second was a prenuptial agreement that had been drafted, signed, and then — according to the version Jack had presented to her six months into the marriage —lost in the move. A copy existed in Gerald's sealed file, bearing both their signatures and a notary stamp from March 14th, fourteen years ago.
The third was a series of emails.
Megan had forwarded them to Gerald four years ago, the week after she had found them in a shared cloud account Jack had forgotten she had access to. Emails between Jack and a woman named Diane — not the blonde at the airport, a previous one — discussing, in practical and specific terms, how to ensure that Megan's name was removed from the joint investment accounts without triggering the prenuptial agreement's asset protection clauses.
Jack had believed, four years ago, that Megan had not seen those emails.
He had believed this because she had not reacted. Had not confronted him. Had continued organizing Christmas cards and smoothing over arguments and paying bills before anyone noticed they were overdue, the way she always had.
She had sent the emails to Gerald instead.
"The prenuptial is uploading first," Gerald said through the phone. "Then the asset valuation. The emails will take another four minutes — the server is—"
"Take the time you need," Megan said.
Below the glass, Jack was moving.
He had separated from the blonde woman — not dramatically, not in a way that would draw attention, but with the specific controlled urgency of a man who needed to make a phone call without being overheard. He stepped away from the luggage, away from Carol and Ashley, away from the children, and pressed his phone to his ear.
Megan watched him dial.
Her phone did not ring.
He was calling someone else first.
"Who's he calling?" she said.
"Probably Mitchell," Gerald said. "His firm's attorney. That would be the correct move."
"How long does Mitchell need to respond?"
"Longer than Jack has," Gerald said. "The prenuptial was drafted to be self-executing. He can't freeze the assets without your signature, and the agreement specifies that any attempt to do so constitutes a material breach."
"Which triggers the penalty clause."
"Which doubles the protected value," Gerald confirmed. "Megan — are you certain about the timing? If you confront him now, before the upload completes—"
"I'm not confronting him," Megan said.
Below her, Jack ended his call.
He looked up.
For the first time.
He scanned the terminal — the counters, the crowd, the arrivals area — with the particular focused urgency of a man trying to locate something before it became a problem.
He did not look at the glass walkway above Terminal C.
He did not think to look up.
"Gerald," Megan said, "what's the fourth item in the file?"
A pause.
"The deposition," Gerald said carefully. "From the Hargrove case."
Megan said nothing.
"You told me to keep it sealed," Gerald continued. "You said you'd know when it was relevant."
Below her, Carol said something to Ashley. Ashley's smile faded for the first time. She looked at Jack. He shook his head once — the tight, controlled gesture of a man communicating not here, not now — and reached for his luggage.
He was going to try to board anyway.
"It's relevant," Megan said.
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What was in the Hargrove deposition — and why had Megan kept it sealed for four years instead of using it?
Chapter 3 in the comments.
