"It is with deep and heavy regret that I am stepping down from my position as head named partner at Stuart, Valois & Medici," Henry starts, meeting his sons' eyes with his jaw set before turning to the crowd with a smile. "I have decided to focus on other things. Life is too short for long days at the office-"

"Fucking women who aren't your wife?" A man asks under his breath, emitting chuckles.

Henry glares hard at the man but he has no more power to fire him. He's signed it all to Francis. "Francis will be a wonderful addition to the board and the named partners' committee. He's more... in tune with the world than I am. He will be making changes to the firm, starting with the dismissal of seven paralegals."

The man who made the comment from earlier pales and swallows hard as Henry meets his eyes in particular.

"Who knows who will leave? This firm is going to be shaken up a whole lot," Henry continues before moving on. "It's been a pleasure but here is where our ties end. Good day, everyone."

Everyone disperses and Henry walks up to Bash and Francis, glaring at Francis in particular.

"So the usurper prevails. Don't think I didn't notice where your car was parked this morning," he tells the blonde.

Francis shrugs indifferently. "It's a nice parking spot."

"Did you pay the burglars off?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Francis says, furrowing his brows in confusion.

Henry turns to Bash. "It won't be long until you're kicked out."

"I doubt that," Bash says, looking around. "I'll leave before that ever happens."

"Hmm, to Guise & Narcisse of all places," his father muses, starting to walk backwards to leave. "Well, snakes do prevail together. Good luck, my dear sons." He salutes them with two fingers for a good job done.

Francis waves Henry off before sighing in relief and turning to Bash. "It's over."

"For now," Bash says, eyeing Henry enter the lift and the doors close. "I'm going to convince the women to sue him."

"What? Why? We've-"

"For Kenna," Bash cuts him off. "If she can't move on... Then I'd have failed her."

"You like her, don't you?"

Bash meets his eyes. "We've been closer lately. I'm getting to know her properly and she's... she's not so bad."

Francis smiles warmly. "Don't scare her off. I wish you the best in getting her."

"Thanks," Bash replies with a slight blush. "I've got a client and you've-"

"Got to work through the mountain of evidence that Louis has brought me," Francis finishes. "Drinks, later on?"

Bash grins. "We'll see, little brother," he says before heading to his office.

...

"Kenna Beaton?"

Kenna turns and sees a short, dark blonde woman pointing a finger accusingly at her and she frowns, raising her hands and taking a step before she's slapped hard.

"You bitch," the woman yells at her before Lola culls over security to restrain her. "Let go of me!"

Lola hurries over to Kenna, checking her red cheek as she turns back to the woman. "How dare you?!"

The woman scoffs. "How dare I?" She asks, gaining Bash's attention from his office as he excuses himself from his client before coming over to see what all the commotion is about. "This woman is helping my psychopathic husband divorce me from behind my back!"

Kenna's eyes widen as she bats Lola's hands away and goes closer to the woman. "Jeanne Navarre-Bourbon?"

"Yes, that is me," Jeanne snaps, glaring hard at Kenna as Kenna gestures for the security men to let her go. She pulls her arms out of their grips and fixes her jacket.

Kenna furrows her brows. "I thought you knew. We sent you the petition."

"What petition?!" Jeanne cries out. "I found out today after his sister asked how I was doing about my divorce over the phone!"

"But-"

"Why is he divorcing me, Kenna?" Jeanne cuts her off, her eyes springing with tears. "We have three kids under ten, why is he ruining their lives?"

Kenna shakes her head in confusion. "He said you were bipolar. That you were sick and he was more or less a single father-"

"We should take this somewhere private," Bash suggests, herding the women into a conference room as he dismisses the security men.

In the private space, Jeanne paces the room. "He said I'm bipolar?" She cries out. "With what evidence? Wait, what?!"

"He showed me d-documents," Kenna stammers, looking at Bash for help. "Medical files. Receipts... Shit."

"I'm not ill, Kenna," Jeanne tells her, eyes ringing with honesty. "He's the sick one. And he's taking my kids away from me!" She covers her mouth, tears spilling onto her cheeks. "Oh, God."

Kenna sinks down into a seat. "I-I'm not his lawyer anymore. I gave his case to someone else-"

"What else did he say?"

"He said that you w-were estranged," Kenna says, gulping hard.

Jeanne starts laughing in disbelief. "Yes, I let him sleep with other women but that doesn't stop him from sleeping with me every other day," she replies angrily. "He's a sex addict, Kenna. I warned him that he needed to get help but he refused. So, I told him to leave the house as he went on his little tantrums so the kids weren't inspired by their father's bullshit. Now, he's concocted a fucking story about me being bipolar so he can do this?!" She turns to Bash. "And where were you? You know how fucked up he is! You said so when you told me about the times when you were kids."

Bash sighs. "I didn't know he was this bad, Jeanne. I apologise, I should have handled the case or better yet, double-check to make sure that Antoine wasn't spewing his usual bullshit again for Kenna."

Jeanne softens a little, turning back to Kenna guiltily. "I'm sorry for slapping you. But my kids are the only thing I have left in this world as my parents are dead and I have no siblings," she tells Kenna. "If I lose them or even someone attempts to take them away, I'll be there to fight tooth and nail for them back."

"I am so sorry," Kenna whispers, tears springing to her eyes. "I didn't mean..."

"He tried it on with you, didn't he?"

"I rejected him and he got upset. That's why I had to..." Kenna rubs her neck, feeling light-headed.

Jeanne swallows hard. "You can make it up to me," she says, making Kenna nod eagerly. "If you fight on my behalf for my kids to remain with me. I'll give you all the evidence you need. Just make sure my babies stay with me."

"I will," Kenna tells her, standing up. "I'm so sorry-"

"It's okay," Jeanne says. "I'll leave."

"Tomorrow," Kenna replies, watching as Jeanne heads out the door. "Morning at 10..."

Jeanne nods. "I'll be there," she promises before leaving.

Kenna turns to Bash and accepts his hug, not caring who's watching as she tightens her hold around him. "Fuck..."

"It's going to be okay," he says, cupping her cheeks and pressing a kiss on her forehead. "She doesn't blame you-"

"I should have been smarter-"

"He played you. That is what Antoine does. He plays people," Bash states. "It's not your fault."

Kenna nods and untangles herself from his hold. "I've got work to do. Your client's..."

He turns around. "Yeah," he says. "See you later?"

She nods and watches as he returns back to his client, an apology on his lips.

...

"He did it."

It's not in disbelief or anything but a simple statement and Francis smiles wryly, nodding as he hands over the CCTV picture stills.

"He did," he confirms. "I'm sorry."

Louis sighs heavily. "I tried to think the best of him, I really did but-"

"You knew deep down, Killian's not the perfect kid you thought," Francis finishes. "How will you let Maddie know?"

Louis groans. "Shit, that's another situation in itself. Now, there's going to be a trial and he'll get sent down."

"I can swing for a lower tail of a prison sentence in juvie," Francis informs him. "I can even try and get house arrest or community service with a curfew tag at best."

Louis tuts. "This is going to ruin his life, his future. He's in a good school, tuition paid in full and he's been eyeing up good degrees at university this early but he's this stupid?!"

"Kids rebel," Francis reminds him. "You and Maddie are clear examples."

"We got slaps on the wrists," Louis says, gripping his hair. "I love that kid like he's mine. I've always wanted to be a father and when Maddie asked me to be his godfather, I took it seriously. I was going to teach him right from wrong, I even became a damn police officer because of my past." He curses. "They're going to have a field day at work."

"I'm sorry," Francis tells him. "I wish the evidence wasn't true."

Louis sighs heavily. "They don't even give a shit about his amnesia. And the boys who beat him up? They get off scot-free now since it was their clubhouse he burnt down."

"Whatever you guys need, I'm here but you have to stop treating Killian like a kid. Like he's the perfect child because every child has a dark side and... it will be a real shock when you find that out," Francis replies. "I've got to go. Will you be alright getting home?"

Louis nods at him warily. "Milo's picking me up. God, I can't face him. But he's understanding at least."

"Good," Francis says. "I wish you all the best and we'll reconvene for trial prep."

"Thank you."

"Any time," Francis replies.