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‘Look, Miss Brooks, you’re clearly a talented lawyer, but you’d be a fool to turn down a million dollars—’

‘No non-disclosure agreements. I think I said that already. This shit has gone on too long behind closed doors. It will continue to go on unless you deal with the problem,’ said Kate.

‘Two million,’ said Groff.

Kate shook her head.

‘One time offer,’ said Kate again. ‘If you don’t take it, the offer is walking out of this room with me. And I’m going straight to the New Yorker with this card.’

‘Goddamn it,’ said Bernard. ‘Just do it. Just give her whatever she wants.’

‘You can’t—’ said Levy, but Bernard cut him off.

‘You don’t get a vote in this, Theo. I have a feeling your ass is going to be thrown out the door before the end of the day.’

‘You have a deal. The case is settled,’ said Groff.

‘Wait,’ said Levy, but they ignored him.

‘Thank you,’ said Kate.

Bernard and Groff both turned on Levy and began to berate him. Not for being a creepy pervert, but for getting caught. He was trying to speak but they weren’t listening.

‘Oh, one more thing,’ said Kate.

Reaching down, Bloch grabbed the cardboard box at her feet, and put it on the table.

‘What’s this?’ said Bernard.

Kate opened the box, and started bringing out bundles of legal documents.

‘These are lawsuits on behalf of fourteen Levy, Bernard and Groff associates and secretaries. They’re all female. They’ve all had their picture taken by Mr.

Levy, and we have screenshots of them. When you calculate the salaries owed to

these women, because they weren’t getting paid anywhere near their male counterparts, and you figure in damages for sexual harassment, I’ll recommend

two million dollars to settle.’

‘Two million? We can do that,’ said Groff.

‘Two million each,’ said Kate.

Through gritted teeth, Bernard said, ‘How many of them did you say?’

‘Fourteen.’

‘We need to check the paperwork and interrogate these claims. We’ll get back to you before the end of the week on those,’ said Bernard.

‘No problem. If I don’t hear from you by Friday, the price goes up.’

‘Wait a second,’ said Levy, no longer willing to be shouted down. His career was over, and he was desperate to try and save himself. ‘I’m not going anywhere. We can win these suits. She stole that card from me. She can’t use it in court!’

‘Actually, I stole it, Theo,’ I said. ‘Do you want to report the theft of your pervert passport to the police?’

Levy’s mouth opened and shut like a fish.

‘I didn’t think so.’