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Chapter 75: The Trustee
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He Chose Her While I Was Dying, Then I Became an Heiress Chapter 79: Going Down
EliasThe lift dropped, and nobody said a word for three floors.Vivienne stood in the center of the car with her portfolio held against her ribs, looking up at the numbers as they ticked past. Jonah stood a step behind her, rigid, with the umbrella clutched in both hands like a rifle. Mrs. Roux stood beside me with her handbag on her arm. She hadn't so much as blinked."Thirty-eight to the lobby," Vivienne said, to no one in particular. "I do love a quiet lift. It's the only place in this city where no one asks for anything.""You're early for your meeting.""I was." She smiled at me. "I came up, and then I saw your face through the glass, and I thought, no. I'll go down with him. It would be rude not to say hello." She turned her head a few degrees. "How is your father?""The same.""I was thinking of him all week. And how kind you were to come on Thursday." She said it warmly, lightly, as if the supper on Larkin Street had been a gift. "I do hope you didn't mind the copies.""I rea
He Chose Her While I Was Dying, Then I Became an Heiress Chapter 78: My Chair
JulianMy mother was sitting in my chair.I stopped in the doorway of the boardroom with my briefcase in one hand. It was nine o'clock on Thursday morning, and the long table was full. Seven directors, Richard Vane at the far end with a folder squared in front of him, and at the head, in the high-backed leather seat that had been my father's and then mine, Eleanor Hart in a dark gray suit and her good pearls.She looked up. "Julian. Good. We can begin.""What is this?""A meeting of the board." She gestured at the empty seat halfway down the left side. "You've been unwell. I thought you'd like to be spared the effort of chairing.""I'm not unwell.""You've been sleeping badly. You've lost weight. You attended the bank on Monday in a stained tie, by all accounts, and left without speaking." She said it gently, for the benefit of the room. "Please sit."I sat. I had not been told to sit in front of my own directors since I was twenty-two, in my first week, when my father had put me at t
He Chose Her While I Was Dying, Then I Became an Heiress Chapter 77: The Thirty-Eight Floor
EliasThe lift to the thirty-eighth floor of the Moreau tower took forty seconds, and in that time I decided three times to turn around."Stop fidgeting," said Mrs. Roux. She stood beside me with her handbag clutched in both gloved hands and a stiff brown folder under one arm. "You look like a boy waiting outside the headmaster's office.""I feel like one.""Good. It will make them listen."It was eight on Thursday morning. Sienna had called me at midnight from a hotel room across the ocean, and her voice had sounded like something stretched very thin over something very hard. They're going to sign it, she'd said. My father thinks it's an olive branch. I can't be there. I can't make him look at it properly. She had stopped. Elias, I don't have the right to ask.Ask, I had said.The doors opened onto a floor of pale stone and glass. A woman in a dark suit showed us to a long office with a view of the whole river, a conference table of black wood, and five people waiting around it.I kn
He Chose Her While I Was Dying, Then I Became an Heiress Chapter 76: Six Rings, One Notch
SiennaThe Gazette put it on the front page at six on Wednesday morning, and by six-fifteen my phone had stopped being a phone and become a small, hot, buzzing animal.I sat on the edge of the hotel bed and watched it crawl across the bedside table.SIX RINGS, ONE NOTCH. The headline ran across the top of the page in black capitals, with Clara Voss's name beneath it. Under that, a photograph of my second wax, laid on a gray cloth with a ruler beside it, and a tiny arrow pointing at a mark the width of a hair. Under that, a photograph of the silver ring from Vivienne's launch. The same arrow. The same mark.It was all there. Constance Ahern had spent two days in Solenne gathering it with Nina and a notary. My sketchbook pages, scanned with their dates in my own handwriting, going back eleven months. The Brandt & Sons receipt for six waxes, signed and timed. The police report on the empty tray. A sworn statement from Tomas about a man named Noel and a camera. And Elias, who had given C
He Chose Her While I Was Dying, Then I Became an Heiress Chapter 75: The Trustee
JulianI dropped the photocopy on my mother's breakfast tray, between the toast rack and the teapot, and watched the top of the page turn pale with marmalade."Read it," I said.Eleanor didn't look at it. She sat in the armchair by her window in a lavender dressing gown, with the Sunday papers folded on her knee and a cup halfway to her mouth. It was ten past eight. I had been awake since four, standing in the dark in Marcus's nursery with the deed in my hand."Julian. Good morning.""Read it."She set down the cup. She lifted the paper by one corner, shook off a crumb, and ran her eyes down it without any hurry at all. When she reached the signatures she paused, very briefly, at the second one. It was Camille's. Her mouth tightened."I see," she said. "She's been to a lawyer.""You don't deny it?""Deny what? It's a perfectly proper deed. It was drawn up by Prentiss's partner, witnessed in accordance with the statute, and filed with the company's solicitors the following week." She l
He Chose Her While I Was Dying, Then I Became an Heiress Chapter 74: Aria
SiennaOn Tuesday afternoon, four days after the teaser, Luca set his laptop on the hotel table and said, "You don't have to watch this.""I do.""You could let Nina tell you what's in it.""I've sat through a hearing and a school gate and a courtroom full of people deciding whether I'm fit to see my own child. I can sit through a ring launch." I pulled the other chair around. "Turn it on."It was ten to two. The invitation had reached the Guild list on Sunday evening, a cream card with gold type, Laurent Maison invites you to the unveiling of ARIA, with a time, an address on Larkin Street, and a link for those who couldn't attend in person. Nina had forwarded it to me with one line. You're not on the list. Neither is anyone from our team.I had gone to bed on Saturday night with Elias's voice still in my ear. He had rung at eleven, after Brandt's, and told me what he'd seen on the camera. A thin boy in a gray apron. A helmet. A small dark thing passed hand to hand in an alley.Jonah,
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