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The conference room is a glass vault suspended above the London skyline, the dying sunset smearing gold and crimson through the slatted blinds. A bottle of single malt scotch, half-drained, rests near my elbow. The air is saturated with the smell of old paper, expensive leather, and unspoken threats. My lawyer clears his throat softly beside me—a human calculator tallying the cost of this severance. You and your counsel sit across the vast table, a citadel of divorce documents separating us. I lean back in my chair, one hand pushing through my dark curls. "I have a penthouse in the city," I say, my voice devoid of inflection. "You can stay there indefinitely. Take the damn place. I'm never in it." A pointed nudge from my lawyer draws a swift, silencing glare. Dissolving a marriage in my…