Chapter: Chapter Nineteen: What Grant InheritedMy mother had transferred Thomas Whitmore’s intellectual-property rights to Richard Whitmore. Grant’s family. I read the assignment three times. The date was twenty-five years earlier. Long before Grant founded Whitmore Technologies. Long before I met him. Long before anyone had a reason to manipulate my marriage. “This is how they got it.” Julian nodded slowly. “Possibly.” “Don’t possibly me.” “Houses remain expensive.” “This document assigns Thomas’s rights to Richard.” “Yes.” “So Richard’s family eventually had access to the technology.” “Yes.” “And Grant built Whitmore using it.” “We don’t know that yet.” I gave him a look. “We know enough.” “No.” His tone was firm.
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty: The Other WomanCamille, I need to talk to you.Please don’t tell Grant.He doesn’t know what I found.I stared at Vanessa’s message.Julian read it over my shoulder.“That feels ominous.”“You’re reading my texts now?”“You held the phone directly in my line of sight.”“You’re tall. That’s hardly my fault.”“Thank you.”“That wasn’t a compliment.”“I choose joy.”I looked back at the message.“Cross Holdings says she contacted them?”“Their counsel says the technical package came from Cole Brand Strategies.”“And Vanessa wants to talk without Grant knowing.”“Yes.”I exhaled.“I’m meeting her.”“I assumed.”“You’re not coming.”Julian pressed a hand to his chest.“I’m wounded.”“You’ll recover.”“Eventually.”I started walking.“Camille.”I stopped.
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Chapter: Chapter 18: My Mother’s SecretChapter Eighteen: My Mother’s Secret“Ask your mother who Thomas Whitmore really was.”The line disconnected.Julian stared at his phone.I stared at Julian.Neither of us spoke.Then he called back.Voicemail.Again.Voicemail.“Apparently dramatic exits are hereditary.”Julian looked at me.“I’m not amused.”“I wasn’t joking.”That was unfortunately true.My mother.Again.She had already surfaced in the forged letter.Now Harrison Cross was directing me back to her.I opened my contacts.Julian watched.“You’re calling her.”“Yes.”“Want me to leave?”The question caught me off guard.Most people lately seemed convinced proximity to my secrets entitled them to hear them.“You don’t have to.”“But do you want me to?”I looked at him.“No.”His expression softened.“Then I’m staying.”Three words.No victory lap.No smugness.Just staying.I called my mother.She answered almost immediately.“Baby.”Her voice did something painful to me.My mother had called me that through scraped k
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Chapter: Chapter 17: Conflict of InterestChapter Seventeen: Conflict of InterestJulian was exactly where he said he would be.Parked across the street.Waiting.He looked up from his phone when I opened the passenger door.“That was fast.”“It was an hour and twenty minutes.”“I was trying to sound casual.”“You failed.”“I’ve had a difficult morning.”“You sat in an air-conditioned car.”“The sacrifices I make for you.”I got in and closed the door.He looked at my face.The joking stopped.“What happened?”I held up the copy of Walter’s confession.“My grandfather and your father were business partners.”Julian stared at me.“Excuse me?”“You heard me.”“No, I heard words. I’m waiting for them to become reasonable.”“Apparently they founded a technology company with a Whitmore.”His expression went blank.I continued.“Monroe Cross Technologies.”Julian looked through the windshield.“That name means nothing to me.”“Good.”His eyes returned to mine.“Good?”“Yes.”“Why?”I opened the ownership schedule.“Because if you’d
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Chapter: Chapter 16: The ConfessionChapter Sixteen: The ConfessionI slept for approximately forty-three minutes.Not consecutively.By eight fifteen the next morning, I had showered, dressed, consumed enough coffee to concern a cardiologist, and read Samuel Bancroft’s text at least thirty times.Before Monroe Capital, there was Monroe Cross Ventures.The photograph sat beneath it.My grandfather.Harrison Cross.A man wearing a WHITMORE badge.Three men standing beneath a sign for a company I had never heard of and apparently everyone had decided I did not need to know existed.My phone buzzed.Julian.You awake?I stared at it.Technically.His response came immediately.That sounds unhealthy.So does texting women before 8:30.It’s 8:17.Exactly.Three dots appeared.Coffee?I looked at the half-empty mug in my hand.Already committed.Breakfast?No.Lunch?Julian.Dinner?I smiled before I could stop myself.Persistent.You misspelled charming.I put the phone down.It buzzed again.Nine o’clock. Bancroft’s office.
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Chapter: Chapter 15: The Cross ClauseWhatever this was—our fathers had started it long before either Julian or I had ever met.For several seconds, I forgot Evelyn was still on the phone.I stared at Julian.He stared back.And for once, neither of us had anything clever to say.That might have been the most alarming development of the week.“What exactly did my grandfather write?”Evelyn exhaled slowly.“Not over the phone.”I closed my eyes.“Aunt Evelyn.”“Camille, this isn’t me trying to control the conversation.”“It has an impressive resemblance.”“The memorandum is sealed.”“Then unseal it.”“I can’t.”My temper rose.“Watch me become remarkably creative about the word can’t.”Julian’s mouth twitched.I pointed at him.“Not now.”“I didn’t say anything.”“You were about to.”“Probably.”Evelyn sighed through the phone.“Is he still there?”“Yes.”“Put me on speaker.”I did.“Julian?”“Yes.”“Does the name Harrison Cross mean anything to you?”Julian frowned.“My father?”“I know who he is. I’m asking whether the
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