a leaked screenshot beneath the headline:
PRESCOTT GLOBAL CEO’S WIFE ANNOUNCES SPLIT IN COMPANY SLACK.
I closed the page after twenty seconds. Nathan had anticipated the publicity.
“There’s a good chance this becomes public.”
“It already is.”
“More public.”
“What should I do?”
“Nothing.”
Doing nothing was harder than it sounded. Prescott Global issued an impeccably sterile statement declining to discuss executives’ personal affairs and emphasizing normal operations. It named neither Jasmine nor, in any meaningful way, Aaron. That evening an unfamiliar number rang. I answered before recognizing his voice.
