The conference room smelled faintly of disinfectant and defeat. Amelia Hayes sat at one end of the long mahogany table, the fluorescent light making her navy dress look even plainer than it was. Across from her lounged Ethan Davenport—her ex-husband, her former partner in dreams that had long since turned to ash. He looked polished, smug, every inch the successful financier in his Tom Ford suit. Continues…