Masuk[POV: Yessica] [Location: Edinburgh — Home]Eleanor called at eleven.Yessica was in the garden with Grace, who was conducting a survey of which plants had grown since last week and recording results in a notebook she had decorated with stickers of cats wearing hats. Yessica answered on the second ring."Morton's legal team withdrew the filing this morning," Eleanor said. "Forty minutes ago. Without Sienna's testimony the claim has no foundation, and their own counsel advised them the vexatious application would succeed. They're cutting their losses.""It's over?""The litigation is over. The Whitmore acquisition is formally withdrawn from board consideration pending the conflict of interest review, which I expect to conclude in our favour within the week." A pause. "James Morton Senior is a man who lost every move he made. He'll redirect his attention to someone easier to pressure. That's not your family."Yessica stood in the garden with the morning sun on her face and said, "Thank
[POV: Lewis] [Location: Edinburgh — Neutral Café, Stockbridge]Sienna had chosen the meeting place herself.A small café in Stockbridge, the kind that had mismatched chairs and served good coffee and attracted nobody who worked in finance or law. Lewis arrived first and sat facing the door, which was habit.She came in at ten past nine. He almost didn't recognize her.Not because she'd aged badly — she hadn't. She looked well, actually. But the particular quality she'd always carried, that sharp constructed-for-attention energy, was gone. She wore a plain coat, no visible effort, the look of someone who had stopped performing for rooms she entered.She sat across from him."Thank you for coming," she said."Thank you for the warning."The server came. They both ordered coffee. The small ritual of that gave the silence somewhere to go."Why did you pull out?" Lewis asked. He kept his voice neutral. Not hostile, not warm. Just direct."Because Morton told me what he was using the lawsu
[POV: Lewis] [Location: Edinburgh — Claire's Flat / Lewis's Home]Claire lived twelve minutes away in a ground-floor flat she'd rented for the gap months before Stanford. Her idea. Lewis had paid the deposit without argument because she'd asked once, directly, and that was how Claire did things.He drove there in nine minutes.James Morton Junior was standing in the small hallway outside her front door when Lewis arrived. Mid-twenties, well-dressed in the way of someone who'd grown up with money, looking considerably less composed than the few times Lewis had met him before.Claire was in the doorway. Arms crossed. Expression controlled.She looked at Lewis when he got out of the car. "You didn't need to come.""You called me at two in the morning.""I can handle this.""I know you can. I'm here anyway."James looked between them. To his credit, he didn't flinch."Mr. Sterling," he said. "I owe you an explanation.""You owe Claire an explanation. I'm optional.""I want him here," Cla
[POV: Lewis] [Location: Edinburgh — Home / Eleanor's Office]Eleanor read the forty-seven pages in forty minutes.Lewis sat across from her in her office and drank the coffee her assistant had brought and waited. Eleanor read with a pen in her hand, marking pages without expression, which was how she always read documents that were going to require her to dismantle them.She finished. Set it down. Capped the pen."It's not as strong as he wants you to think it is," she said."Tell me what it actually says.""He's claiming that you used Sterling Industries resources to fund a coordinated campaign to suppress Sienna Park's professional reputation following her stalking conviction. He argues that her conviction was itself influenced by your legal team's conduct, specifically that evidence was shaped rather than discovered." She flipped to a marked page. "He's also claiming emotional distress on Sienna's behalf, which he's funding as a third-party claimant because Sienna agreed to sign o
[POV: Yessica] [Location: Edinburgh — Kitchen]She heard Lewis's voice from upstairs.Not raised. That was worse, somehow. Lewis's anger lived in his control — the quieter he got, the more serious the situation. She came down to find him at the kitchen table with Rose, Rose's phone between them, both of them looking at something on the screen.Lewis looked up when she came in."Read the last ten messages," he said.She picked up the phone.The contact name said Jamie S. The messages were ordinary on the surface — where are you, come out, you're more fun than you pretend to be — the kind of text chain that looked like friendly banter until you looked at the timestamps. Eleven at night. Midnight. Two in the morning. And the tone underneath, familiar and pressuring in the way that had nothing to do with being fifteen.She checked the profile photo. A young man, early twenties at least. Confident smile."He said he was seventeen," Rose said. Her voice was defensive and tired at the same
[POV: Lewis] [Location: Edinburgh — Kitchen / Home]He stared at the photo for a long time.Rose. Three months ago, judging by her school jacket — the old one, the navy one she'd stopped wearing in March. Standing outside a building he didn't recognize, some kind of converted warehouse or arts space. Next to her, a man. Dark jacket, late twenties or early thirties, relaxed posture, standing close enough to be familiar with her.Not touching her. But close.Lewis enlarged the image. Rose's expression was unguarded in a way he hadn't seen from her in months. Laughing at something. Completely at ease.He looked at the number. Edinburgh area code. No name. No further messages.He forwarded it to Eleanor with one line: Find out who sent this. Tonight if possible.Then he sat at the kitchen table and thought about what he knew and what he didn't.He knew Rose had been meeting this group for three months. He knew she'd said she hadn't been drinking, hadn't done anything dangerous. He knew t
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghLewis was at the hotel.His choice. He'd booked it three days ago without being asked — two streets from Granville Terrace, five minutes on foot, the kind of distance that meant available but not underfoot.He'd texted at nine: Settled in. Girls okay?She'd replie
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghShe called Harrison at eight AM the next morning, while Lewis was doing the school run with Claire.He answered on the first ring. She'd noticed he always answered quickly now. Like he was waiting."The RIAS nomination," she said. "You listed yourself as lead drau
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghThe removal van arrived at seven-fifteen.Claire was already dressed, sitting on her packed boxes in the hallway of the old flat, wearing her good coat with the brass buttons because she'd decided moving day was an occasion."Are we going now," she said."Soon," Y
POV: Yessica | Location: EdinburghPippa left without being asked.She just stood up, squeezed Yessica's shoulder once, picked up her laptop, and walked past Sienna in the hallway without a word — which, from Pippa, was the most restrained thing Yessica had ever witnessed.Sienna sat across from he







