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didn’t listen to you. I admit to being the biggest fool to walk the face of the Earth. What more do you want me to say, Oliver?”
    Oliver massaged his chin as he stared at his friend. “Do not worry about the money. We can freeze the money. I have a very good man who excels at such things. But I want her out of your apartment before I do that. At the proper moment, her credit cards will be canceled, right along with everything else. The minute she walks out of the building, it will get done. Everything has to be synchronized, and you have to be gone. The weasel will also be escorted from your corporate offices by your security. I need you to tell me you are okay with all of this, Mace.”
    “What about the prenup?” Mace asked.
    “Ten million dollars if the marriage lasts five years. It’s cut-and-dried. When I draw up a prenup, I draw up a prenup. No way on this Earth can it be broken. She gets nothing other than what you’ve given her in the way of jewelry and her own personal bank account, which, by the way, has over eight hundred thousand dollars in it. That, plus what you paid her son for doing nothing and screwing up your legal department, is more than fair for three years of marriage. I also took the liberty of canceling the lease on his apartment in Trump Towers that you’re on the hook for. What I mean is, it will be canceled the moment your security walks him out of the building.”
    “Should I worry about any of this, Oliver?”
    “Hell, yes, you should worry. Your wife is a greedy, vindictive woman. She’s already saying you’re over the edge and doing insane things to the detriment of the company. Your shareholders are not going to like that. As I said, the boys on the street are making rumbling noises. No matter how you look at it, Mace, it’s a mess. Now, when are you planning on leaving?”
    “As soon as I walk out of here. I can’t go back to that place. The minute she’s out, put it up for sale and be sure to get the locks changed. You have someone who can handle all of that, right? Oh, and have someone pack up my things and put them in storage. In the meantime, I can buy what I need when I get to where I’m going.”
    “Where are you going, Mace?”
    “I don’t know. When I arrive, I’ll let you know. Here,” he said, tossing his cell phone across the conference table. “I bought a new one. When I call you, you’ll be able to see the number. Here are my credit cards. I’ve seen enough spy movies about people going on the run and the good guys tracking them by their cell phones and credit cards.”
    “Take mine, Mace. At least take my passport. The picture is bad enough that no one will look twice. We could pass for each other anytime, anyplace. You need cash, too.”
    “Yes, I know, but I didn’t want to risk going to the bank and taking money out. I didn’t want to tip my hand. Give me some cash out of one of my escrow funds. One last thing; I want you to have my power of attorney, Oliver.”
    “Not necessary. The old one is still good, Mace. How much cash do you want?”
    Mace grimaced. “A wad. I can always call you if I run out. Okay, now what is my cover story?”
    Oliver blinked. “You’re asking me? You’re the one taking it on the lam. I thought you had a plan.”
    “Well, if getting in the car and driving somewhere is a plan, then I have a plan. I’ll just drive till I run out of gas, and that’s where I’ll end up. Can you come up with something better?”
    Oliver shook his head. “No, actually, I can’t. What car are you planning on driving, Mace?”
    Mace slapped at his forehead. “Crap! My car will stand out like a daisy in a manure field. How about I take one of yours?”
    “Mine are just as noticeable as yours. In case you forgot, we bought our cars at the same time. So take your own and don’t worry about it. When whoever it is gets around to me, I will have all the answers. You better get going, Mace; it’s almost seven o’clock. No matter which