Se connecterNathaniel's POVDana found me in the office at seven the next morning with the particular expression she reserves for news she has already decided I won't like. "Marcus had breakfast with Halloran yesterday," she said, setting a folder on my desk that was, I noted grimly, becoming the week's theme. "And dinner with Chen the night before that. Two board members in two days is not a coincidence, Nathaniel. It's a campaign.""Using the marriage story.""Using the marriage story," she confirmed, "and using it well. He isn't saying you're unfit to run the company. He's too smart for that. He's saying the board has a fiduciary duty to examine whether the succession requirement was satisfied in good faith, which sounds responsible instead of vindictive, which is exactly why it's working."I stood at the window that had looked out over this city since I was twenty six years old and thought about how strange it was that I had spent my whole career learning to read a room full of strangers and
Emily's POVEleanor Whitfield's study was nothing like I expected, which is to say it was nothing like the rest of the penthouse. The rest of Nathaniel's world was glass and steel and surfaces polished so nothing looked lived in. Eleanor's study had books stacked sideways on top of other books, a reading lamp with a cracked shade, and a photograph of a man I assumed was her late husband, young and laughing, tucked into the corner of a mirror frame like something too precious to hang properly and too precious to put away."Sit," she said, not unkindly, and poured tea neither of us had asked for. "I assume Marcus already told you the ugly version, so I'll give you the true one, which is uglier, if it makes you feel any better.""It doesn't," Nathaniel said, "but go on.""Your grandfather wrote that clause forty years ago, after his own brother married for money and regretted it publicly for the rest of his life. He didn't want that fate for either of you boys. It was meant to protect yo
Nathaniel's POVMarcus did not look like a man walking into a bakery. He looked like a man walking into a boardroom that happened to smell like butter and cinnamon, and the wrongness of that combination was, I understood immediately, exactly the point. He set the leather folder on the counter between us, next to the two croissants Walter had left untouched, and I felt Emily's hand tighten in mine before I had even opened it."You could have called," I said. "You have my number. You have had my number since we were children.""I did call," Marcus said pleasantly. "Several times. Your assistant kept telling me you were unavailable. I decided the bakery was more efficient than the runaround." He glanced at Vanessa, who had positioned herself near the door like a woman guarding an exit, and then back at me. "Besides, I thought Emily should hear this too. It concerns her marriage more than it concerns you, technically.""Say what you came to say, Marcus."He opened the folder himself, sinc
Emily's POV"No longer is," I read out loud, staring at my own phone like the words might rearrange themselves into something less enormous. "You told forty million strangers on the internet before you told me directly.""I'm telling you directly right now," Nathaniel said. "I only released the statement first because I was afraid that if I said it to your face and you didn't feel the same way, I would find a way to quietly walk it back before anyone noticed. Making it public first meant I couldn't manage my way out of it even if I panicked. It was the only way I knew how to force myself to be honest and mean it.""That is possibly the most backward way anyone has ever told me they have feelings for me.""I did warn you I didn't have much practice.""You could have just said it out loud, Nathaniel. In this room. To me. Like a normal person.""I'm aware. I chose the harder version because I don't entirely trust myself not to talk myself out of the easy one." He almost smiled. "Old habi
Emily's POV"You knew about the fire," I said to my father, standing in the same back office where this entire arrangement had started three weeks earlier. "The real reason the loan was so large. Did you know."My father set down the mixing bowl he'd been pretending to work with and finally met my eyes. "I knew, Emmy. I've known since the day the settlement papers came through, years before your mother rebuilt.""And you let me believe it was just a renovation loan. All this time.""Your mother made me promise not to tell you. She said knowing the fire was someone else's fault, someone with that much money and power, would only make you angrier at a world you couldn't change, instead of proud of what she built anyway with her own two hands." He wiped his palms slowly on his apron. "She wanted you to inherit her pride in this place, not her grievance about how it started.""She never even hinted at it. Not
Nathaniel's POV"You look like a man who didn't sleep," my grandmother said, pouring tea into two cups in her study the next morning, entirely unbothered by the photo already spreading across three gossip sites."I didn't.""Good. It means you're finally taking this seriously." Eleanor set the teapot down and studied me the way she used to when I was a boy who'd broken something and hadn't yet admitted it. "Vanessa called me last night as well. Did you know that.""No.""She wanted me to confirm, on the record, that I forced this marriage without either of your consent. She seems to believe that story will end things cleanly for you and Emily." Eleanor's mouth thinned. "I told her the truth instead, which is that I offered an opportunity, not a command, and that both of you said yes with your eyes open. She did not appreciate the correction.""You could have simply not answered at all.""I could have. I've found, over eighty one years, that silence in the face of an accusation is usua







