LOGINMyra POVThe board chair asked me directly, "Miss Darius." He was an older man, calm and careful, clearly experienced in handling tough discussions. "With everything we've talked about today, what are you seeking from these proceedings?"The room fell silent. There were twelve people in the room and Mercer on a screen, with Richard facing me, hands laid flat, and Danny sitting next to me, our arms almost touching.I had been asked this before. Clara had asked. Mercer had asked. Danny had asked it when we were sitting on his floor, surrounded by files, figuring out our plan for the next day.I had the same answer every time."I want Edmund Blancham's name back in the company’s founding record," I said. "He deserves to be recognised as the original heir officially. It should be reflected in the articles of association. And I want his name under that photo in the fourth-floor corridor." I looked straight at the board chair. "I'm not making a claim on the company's current structure or it
Danny POVMy father was already in the building when we arrived.I noticed his car in the underground parking lot as soon as we arrived. It was black, the same one he’s had for three years, parked in the space that’s had his name on it for even longer. I glanced at it and then looked away. I didn’t mention it to Myra since she had already seen it and was figuring out what to do, which is how she usually handles things.Clara met us in the lobby. She was just as Noah described, short, sharp, and radiating the kind of energy that comes from years of tough cases. She shook Myra's hand first, then mine, glanced at us, and said, “Good. You’re on time,” as if she expected we might not be.“Richard is here,” I mentioned.“I know,” she replied while opening her folder. “His legal team arrived forty minutes ago. They asked for a pre-meeting with the board chair, but it was declined.” She looked at me. “He also tried to reach Mercer this morning, but Mercer didn’t take the call.”Myra glanced a
Myra POVMy phone rang at seven in the morning.I was already awake, sitting at Danny's desk with coffee and Clara's notes, going through the order of proceedings for the board meeting. Danny was in the shower. The number on my screen was one I didn't recognise, but the area code was the estate's, and I answered it before I could think too hard about whether I should."Miss Darius." A man's voice, clear and professional. "I'm Graham Forsythe, Richard Blancham's legal counsel. I was hoping to speak with you before the board meeting this morning."I set my coffee down. "I'm listening.""My client would like to propose a resolution," Forsythe said. "Outside the formal proceedings. He understands the position you've established, and he's prepared to make a significant offer in recognition of your claim.""What kind of offer?" I asked."Financial settlement. A figure we believe reflects the full value of the founding shares, paid directly to you over a structured timeline, in exchange for
Danny"You actually cooked," Myra said.She was standing in the doorway of my kitchen looking at the table like she was checking for evidence of a takeout container hidden somewhere nearby. There wasn't one. I had cooked. It had taken longer than I expected, and one pan needed soaking that I was choosing not to think about, but the actual food was on the table, and it was real."I told you I would," I said."You told me you would attempt to." She came in and dropped her bag on the chair. Looked at the table properly. "This is more than an attempt.""Sit down before you make it weird." She sat. I sat across from her. She picked up her fork, tried it, and looked at me with an expression that meant she was genuinely surprised and had decided not to say so directly, which was the best possible reaction.We had a meal and talked comfortably. She shared about the café visit with Victoria, the statement at three, and how Victoria looked when she touched the closed folder. I mentioned that No
Myra POV"You look like you haven't slept," Victoria said.She was already at the table when I got there, her coffee in front of her and her coat folded over the back of the chair. It wasn't the Cranbourne or the estate, just a small café a couple of streets from her sister's place. She'd picked it and sent me the address without saying why. I sat across from her. She looked different. Not younger or happier exactly. Just like she could finally sit still without carrying the whole room in her head."I slept fine," I said. "I've just been working since five.""The board meeting?""Yes." The server came. I ordered without looking at the menu. When he left, I put a folder on the table between us. "I want you to see what we're bringing into that room tomorrow. Before it's in front of the board. I thought you deserved to see it first."She looked at the folder. Didn't touch it immediately."Why?" she said. "Because you're going to be in that room and I don't want you walking in blind." I h
Victoria POVMy sister's spare room smelled like lavender and old radiators.I’d been sitting on the edge of the bed for twenty minutes, still wearing my coat, my bag on the floor beside me. I never did that. I always unpacked as soon as I arrived. It was my way of settling in, of telling myself I was staying. But that day, I couldn't bring myself to open the bag. I’d made the decision. Now I just had to sit with it.Tonight, I was sitting with all of it. My phone lit up. Danny. I answered before it could ring twice. "Are you all right?" he asked. "Yes." I meant it, which surprised me slightly. "Are you?" A pause. "I'm working on it.""That's the honest answer." I looked at the wall across from me, plain and cream and nothing like the estate. "She told you what Richard admitted?""Yes." "And I'm working on it," he said, quieter this time. "Mom, I need to ask you something. And I need you to be honest with me. Not what you think I can handle. The truth."I closed my eyes briefly. "Ask.







