The Consortium Behind Your Collapse

The Signature and the Smirk

The divorce papers lay scattered across the boardroom floor like the remains of something that's already dead.

Julian stared down at them, feeling the warm trickle of blood from his split lip slide down his chin and splatter onto the crisp white documents. The red drops bloomed across Eleanor's typed name, turning her signature line into something that looked like a crime scene.

Raymond stood over him, chest heaving, fists still clenched at his sides. Waiting. The entire room held its breath, waiting for Julian to sign the papers. 

Julian bent down slowly and picked up the papers. He walked to the conference table and set the papers down carefully, smoothing out the creases. Around the table, the shareholders leaned forward like vultures circling roadkill, their relief so palpable that Julian could taste it underneath the copper tang of his own blood.

Victor Adam sat at the head of the table with his hands folded, watching Julian. Eleanor sat three seats down, her gaze fixed on some invisible point beyond Julian's shoulder.

Julian picked up the fountain pen that had fallen during Raymond's assault.

He clicked it open, the sound echoing in the silent room.

"Sign it." Raymond's voice cracked through the tension. "Sign it and get the hell out of our lives."

Julian looked up at him, meeting those furious eyes with calmness. Then Julian lowered his gaze back to the papers and began to sign.

His signature flowed across the first page, the letters smooth despite the throbbing pain in his jaw. He turned to the second page. Signed again. Then the third. 

Blood dripped onto the fourth page just as he finished signing it, the red drop landing directly on the words "irreconcilable differences." Julian almost smiled at the poetry of it.

The shareholders began to relax, their shoulders dropping, and their breathing evening out. One of them, a balding man, actually sighed with relief.

Julian signed the fifth page. The sixth. The seventh.

When he reached the final page, the one that dissolved his marriage to Eleanor Adam, Julian paused. He looked up and found Eleanor watching him now, her green eyes finally meeting him across the length of the table.

Her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, and Julian waited, the pen hovering over the final signature line, giving her one last chance to be the woman he had fallen in love with instead of the woman her family had shaped her into.

But Eleanor's mouth closed. Her eyes dropped. And she looked away.

Julian signed his name for the last time.

"There." He stood, dropping the pen on the table with a clatter that made Victoria jump. "Done."

Raymond lunged forward and snatched up the papers, his eyes scanning each page, checking every signature as if Julian might have somehow sabotaged them with invisible ink or some other desperate trick.

"All signed," Raymond announced to the room, his voice thick with triumph. "Witnessed and legal." He looked at his father. "He's not our problem anymore."

Victor Adam nodded slowly. "Get him out of here. And make sure he doesn't take anything that belongs to this family."

The two security guards who had been standing by the door moved forward. They grabbed Julian's arms, escorting him outside.

Raymond stepped closer, close enough that Julian could smell the expensive cologne mixed with the champagne on his breath. His voice dropped to a vicious whisper as he talked.

"You came into this family with nothing, and you're leaving with nothing. That's all you ever were. Nothing."

Hearing this, Julian smiled.

"You're right, Raymond." Julian wiped the blood from his chin with the back of his hand, the red smear stark against his pale skin. "I came with nothing." He held Raymond's gaze, his smile widening. "Enjoy your victory while it lasts."

Raymond's face twisted with confusion. His mouth opened, but the security guards were already pulling Julian toward the door.

"Wait." Victoria jumped up from her seat, her phone clutched in her hand like a weapon, the screen still recording. She followed them, her designer heels clicking against the hardwood floor, her voice pitched high with vindictive glee. "This is going straight to social media. The whole world's going to see what a pathetic fraud you are."

She moved in front of Julian, walking backward to keep her phone trained on his face, her finger tapping to adjust the angle for maximum humiliation. "Say something for the camera, Julian. Any last words before you crawl back to whatever hole you came from?"

The security guards paused at the doorway, either uncertain whether to push past Victor Adam's daughter or secretly hoping for more footage of Julian's degradation.

Julian stopped. He turned, looking back at the boardroom one final time, his gaze sweeping across all the faces there. 

"Sixty days," Julian said quietly.

The boardroom went silent.

"Sixty days for what?" Raymond's laughter shattered the moment, loud and mocking. He looked around the room, inviting everyone to share in the joke. "To beg for your job back? To grovel for forgiveness?" He took a step toward Julian. "Or maybe to hire some cut-rate lawyer who'll tell you that you actually have a case?"

Julian's smile widened, and this time there was something in it that made even Victor Adam shift in his seat.

"You'll see."

The two words landed in the room like stones dropped into water, sending ripples of unease through the gathered crowd. Raymond's laughter died. Victoria's phone wavered and one of the shareholders cleared his throat uncomfortably.

The security guards took Julian's silence as permission to continue. They grabbed his arms and shoved him through the doorway. The heavy boardroom doors swung shut behind him with a loud sound.

The lobby of Adam Industries had never felt more like enemy territory.

Julian walked between the two security guards, their hands still gripping his arms.  Around them, employees who had smiled at Julian just yesterday now whispered behind their hands, their eyes tracking his progress across the floor.

A junior executive Julian vaguely recognized from the third floor stepped directly into their path. The executive looked Julian up and down, curled his lip, and spat on the floor between them before walking away.

The security guards tightened their grip and steered Julian around the spittle.

They pushed through the doors, and the cold October rain hit Julian like a physical blow. He had left his jacket in the boardroom in the chaos of Raymond's attack, and his thin dress shirt offered no protection against the downpour. Within seconds, he was already soaked through, the rain mixing with the blood on his chin and running down his neck in pink rivulets.

The guards released him at the top of the steps, one of them giving him a final shove that nearly sent Julian sprawling down the wet marble. He caught himself, turned to look at them, but they had already gone back to the dry warmth of the lobby without a backward glance.

Julian stood alone on the steps of Adam Industries headquarters. Rain hammered down, plastering his hair to his skull, running into his eyes, and soaking through his clothes until they clung to his body like a second skin. 

Behind him, Julian could see Raymond and Victoria. They were celebrating, toasting each other, Victoria showing Raymond something on her phone that made him throw his head back in laughter.

Julian's phone buzzed in his pocket, the vibration barely noticeable against the cold seeping into his bones. He pulled it out with numb fingers. A text from Eleanor.

"Don't try to contact me. My lawyers will handle everything from now on. The penthouse keys are with building security. You have 24 hours to collect your personal items."

Julian looked back up at the building, rain running down his face. He pulled up his contacts and clicked on a number he hadn't called in three years. His finger hovered over the call button for just a moment. Then he pressed it.

Two rings. A smooth British accent answered, professional and unruffled despite the early morning hour.

"Ethan? It's time. Get ready to activate Protocol Seven."

There was a pause, and Julian could almost see Ethan Crane sitting up in his London apartment.

"Understood, sir. Shall I send a car?"

"No," Julian said softly. "I'll take the subway”.

Another pause. "As you wish, sir. Protocol Seven is ready to be activated. Shall I begin the cascade?"

"Not yet. Give me twenty-four hours. I need to collect something first."

"The storage facility?"

"Yes."

"Very good, sir. We'll be monitoring your location. If you require assistance—"

"I'll let you know."

Julian ended the call and slipped the phone back into his pocket. He stood there for another moment, letting the rain wash the blood from his face, watching Raymond and Victoria through the glass as they toasted his destruction.

Then he walked down the steps, leaving a trail of bloody rainwater on the floor. Julian reached the sidewalk and turned left, heading toward the subway station three blocks away. 

Three years ago, he had walked into this family with nothing.  Now, it is time to remember who he really was.

The subway station entrance loomed ahead, and Julian descended into the underground, leaving the Adam Industries building and everything it represented behind him. Tomorrow, he will collect his possessions from the storage facility.

When the sixty days had passed and the Adams finally understood what they had done, Julian wanted to be able to look back at this moment and know exactly why he felt no mercy.

And the countdown has already begun.