We'd made a deliberate choice to ignore the Julian Croft media circus. His trial had been front-page news for months—every sordid detail of Phoenix Legacy's operations splashed across tabloids and business journals like some twisted entertainment. But Sterling and I had more important things to focus on than watching our former enemy get what he deserved.
Until the day the verdict came in.
I was in the Initiative's Manhattan office, reviewing grant applications for the Finch Memorial Research program, when my assistant knocked on the door.
"Mrs. Prescott?" Sarah Chen had been working for me for six months, ever since we'd expanded the Initiative's philanthropic division. "Your husband's legal team is on line one. They said it's about the Croft sentencing."
I'd been expecting this call
