The emergency board meeting was a bloodbath, and I, Ryan Scott, was the designated lamb.
Suddenly, my fiancée of six years, Jen, a senior partner and my future wife, threw me under the bus, blaming me for billions in lawsuits and our firm's ruined reputation.
Her intern, Caleb, then piled on with a rehearsed lie, claiming I ignored his warnings, while Jen watched, emotionless, as my career and integrity were shredded.
For six years, "us" was my world, but in her eyes, I saw only a frantic plea: Just take it. So, I confessed to a mistake I didn't make and resigned, watching my life crumble before my eyes.
But they had no idea.
As they tried to steal my life's work, my award-winning design, Jen herself sealed her fate with a cold, distant smile.
They thought I was useless, broken, but as I tore my blueprints into worthless scraps, a new, colder resolve settled within me.
Because I had everything: the recordings of their lies, their betrayal, their plot, thanks to a secret surveillance system I had installed for Mr. Benton.
I wasn't useless. I was the ghost who knew exactly how to make them disappear.
And I began by accepting a lead architect position at SOM with triple the salary, a one-way ticket out of their pathetic lives.