"Ok break it up, you two." Nate teases and snaps his fingers. "Paul and Trisha are waiting in the car with the driver." 
Casey takes over, and Nate grabs the bag that has the documents and my journals, holding my husband's infidelity with his coworker in the form of writing.
We walk out together, and Nate awkwardly sits in the back, letting me and Trisha take the middle seats of the SUV. Trisha looks tired. It's very early in the pregnancy, but the amount of  morning sickness she is having is unreal.  She has pretty much been unable to work at all this week, which in return, has effected Nate tremendously.  I never realized how much celebrities rely on their personal assistants until Trisha got pregnant. 
Even today, you can tell Trisha is struggling. Yes, she has makeup on and looks good, even in a pair of leggings and a pink tank top,  but she looks exhausted, and it's not even one in the afternoon. 
"You look pretty." Trisha shocks me with a compliment, something she hasn't thrown my way since she first found out anything was going on between Nate and I. It catches me off guard but I smile nervously at her and say thanks before looking out the window.  I get lost in my head for the remainder of the car ride and Nate can tell.  He sits up and reaches over to hold my hand. I can feel Trisha looking at our holding hands in a jealous way but keep my eyes out my window. 
"Ok. You all know the plan.  Paul- don't let her out of your sight. Take the elevator up to the fourth floor. We will do the stairs to the conference room on the second floor so I don't get noticed. I'll text you when we're finished. Ren, sir.  Grab a coffee and hang out until we're ready."  
*****
*Nate*
Trisha is strong. I know she'll be fine and can hold her own.  I don't think Jeremy is interested in anyone but his obsession. Julia. Julia is already fidgeting with her hands nervously waiting to confront her husband.
  
I take her by the hand and quickly make my way to the back entrance before we're noticed.  We walk up the few flights of stairs and reach the conference room. It's empty.  We're a bit early but we go in anyway and I sit down right next to Julia and pour us each a glass of water. 
"You good, doll?" I ask and squeeze her bouncing knee under the table. 
"Yeah,  I just wanna get this done and over with." Her voice is shaky which makes me wonder if meeting Luke in person was a good idea. 
Luke enters the room. 
I had forgotten what a good looking bloke her husband was.  Tall, light brown hair, blue eyes, resembles one of my mates from the UK- Dan Stevens. A good friend of mine and actor from Downton Abbey.
What surprises me is the man's confidence. Both Julia and I stand like we are in some fucking courtroom and the man casually walks right over and pulls Julia in for a hug. She doesn't reciprocate and her hands stay down by her sides. I cringe just watching this interaction. Luke then gives me a hearty shake and a nice to meet you in a thick Boston accent before sitting down across from us. I have to be well behaved. That's all I need is for this dope to tell reporters that I'm a dickhead.
"Jules, you look good." Luke smiles at Julia but her face is stone cold.
Jules.  Don't call her Jules. She fucking hates your guts pal. 
"What did you want to talk to me about?" Julia gets right to the point which I like. 
"I was already in town so thought this would be better to go over in person." He pulls out what we knew he was concerned about.  Quite a few bills that have been opened with a hefty dollar amount too be paid.  Over ten grand on one statement alone.