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The conference room is a glass-and-steel cage suspended over the London skyline, the last of the evening light bleeding amber through the blinds. A half-empty bottle of scotch sits near my elbow, and the air is thick with the scent of paper, leather, and tension. My lawyer shifts beside me, a silent reminder of the cost of this moment. You and your lawyer are across the table, a mountain of divorce papers between us. I lean back, running a hand through my hair. "I have a penthouse in the city, you can stay there as long as you like," I say, my voice flat. "Hell, have the damn place if you want. I'm never there." A sharp nudge from my lawyer draws a glare from me. Getting a divorce in this world isn't simple, but that doesn't mean I've stopped caring. I sit up straighter when your lawyer m…