Trevor in his office, Sterrin. Tuesday
"...yeah. Nothing but what she worked for herself. I'm keeping the apartment. No, John, actually I don't care where she goes or what she does. She can fight me for whatever she wants, but as far as I'm concerned, she gets nothing." Trevor was deadly serious about this. "Out of the trust fund, too. Yes. Well, she'll have my brother's piece of it now, won't she? No, I'm not....no. Just write up the fucking papers, John, and get them to me to sign. I want this done."