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Chapter 13 Pick One Grievance

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|•Marin• |

St. Gabriel's looked more like a hotel than a hospital. Glass and pale stone from the street, and inside, more staff than patients, none of them in a hurry.

I knew whose money had built half of it. That was never a secret. Weston's name sat on a brass plaque near the donor wall in the main atrium, one line among a dozen others.

A man who couldn't be bothered to sit through one appointment with me in four years wasn't going to notice which private wing I walked into on a Tuesday. Mone
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  • Chasing the Pride of Alessi    Chapter 20 The Investor Meeting

    Grandpa Alfred was quiet on the walk down to the car. He had plenty to say, but he kept it to himself.“You remember the summer you were nine,” he said once we'd reached the entrance, “when you refused to leave the estate pool until you'd swum the whole length without stopping, even after everyone else had gone in for dinner.”“You stood at the edge and timed me.”“I did.” He almost smiled. “You've always finished things you started, even when nobody was making you.”I checked my watch, hoping he hadn't noticed. “I have the investor summit. I should get up there and go over my notes ahead of the board filing in.”“Your notes.” He said it like he didn't quite believe I needed any.“Grandpa Alfred.”“Fine, fine.” He waved a hand, but he was still standing there, in no rush to actually leave.His driver pulled up to the curb behind him.“Your car's here,” I said.He turned toward it, as though he'd forgotten it was coming. “So it is.”He put one hand on the door, then stopped.“I could s

  • Chasing the Pride of Alessi    Chapter 19 What Alfred Asked

    |•Marin• |By Wednesday the building had stopped talking about it quite so loudly. The gamble had paid off. Giving the press something real to run, the shipping numbers, had pulled coverage off the marriage angle faster than a denial ever would have. Small. Real, though. I carried that the whole walk out of the room.Weston was leaning against the frame of my inner office door, past the studio, jacket unbuttoned."People are only sharing pieces of what you said Monday," he said, no greeting first. "Legal wants the whole thing written down and on record, in case someone tries to twist one clip into meaning something you didn't say.""Bill already sent it over. Every word, start to finish."He nodded, like that settled something he'd actually been unsure of. "It went well. What you did."That was as close as he'd come in three days to saying anything about it at all.He didn't wait for a reply. He was already turning down the hall by the time I opened my mouth.I'd barely crossed the do

  • Chasing the Pride of Alessi    Chapter 18 The Photograph

    |•Marin• |I stopped at his door on my way to the kitchen and pushed it open anyway. The bed was still made from yesterday, pillows neatly squared from housekeeping's last visit, untouched since. He hadn't come home.I stood there and made myself check it twice, to be sure, then closed the door and went to make coffee I already knew I wouldn't finish.The first message came through while I was still standing at the counter in yesterday's robe.Have you seen this?I didn't recognize the number right away. A junior strategist, a face I'd nodded at in hallways more than spoken to. People who kept their distance didn't usually reach out.I set the mug down and opened the link.The photo loaded slowly, one strip at a time.A bakery, someplace with a striped awning and one lit window, the stop a four-year-old talks his way into when a car ride runs late. Eli's small hand wrapped around two of Weston's fingers. He looked happy in it, in the unbothered way small children look happy, which was

  • Chasing the Pride of Alessi    Chapter 17 Old Wounds

    |•Marin• |Wednesday hadn't come up once. Three days, and Weston hadn't asked where I'd been, hadn't mentioned the glass door, hadn't done anything except carry on with deck reviews and clipped mornings. His face hadn't told me whether he even remembered standing there. I'd have preferred shouting. Shouting at least tells a person where they stand.Sunday meant the estate again. Alfred had made it a standing fixture since the night Weston named an heir in front of half the city, every week now, whether anyone wanted to come or not.Reeves drove us. Weston kept enough men on staff that I'd stopped trying to learn every face, only the ones assigned to specific parts of the estate. Reeves handled the estate runs. Someone else handled the city routes, though I couldn't have named him if asked.We pulled up the circular drive as another car came in behind us, dark and understated, built to pass through a crowd without attracting attention. I was still stepping out when its doors opened.Se

  • Chasing the Pride of Alessi    Chapter 16 He Saw

    |•Marin• |I'd given Cain's office what was left of the money I'd brought into the marriage myself, savings from my own accounts, a few still under my name alone. There'd been a job waiting for me once, an offer from a trade advisory firm in Geneva, a posting my degree was built for, six figures and my name on the letterhead within a year. There'd been my father's company too, Antonio's company, the only daughter he had, the only Alessi left to hand anything to. Weston made it clear a Vane didn't work for someone else's firm, mine included. I'd traded all of it for galas and charity boards instead, the visibility expected of a CEO's wife, and called it a fair exchange at the time.It wasn't much I was asking Cain's office to account for. It was mine, and I intended to keep it."We'll be in touch once we have an update," Cain said, walking me to the door. "Today was just getting the basics down. Once we're ready to request records from his side, that's a different conversation, and I'l

  • Chasing the Pride of Alessi    Chapter 15 Starting

    |•Marin• |"Voss, Ridley and Cain, after-hours client line. This is Renata.""This is Marin Alessi." Saying my own name out loud, alone in a dark study with the pages still spread across the table, made it sound like I was confirming a fact to a stranger rather than announcing myself. "I need to speak with someone about initiating a private consultation. Marital asset division."A pause, the sound of a keyboard somewhere behind her voice. "This line exists for this, Mrs. Vane. Is there an active filing, or are we starting from the beginning?""Starting.""I'll get this on Mr. Cain's desk tonight. He handles the higher-profile separations personally. He has an opening at ten tomorrow morning, if you'd like to take it."I looked at the papers on the low table. My handwriting in the margin of the shipping page, his beside it, two sets of ink on one line like none of it had ever been complicated at all."Ten works.""I'll note it. And Mrs. Vane, for the consultation itself, it helps if yo

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