MasukPENELOPE "You should have told me about the dinner before you went," I said, drumming my fingers on the kitchen counter. Jonathan looked at me across his kitchen counter. "It was a family introduction," he said. "I told you I was taking her to meet Margaret." "You told me thirty minutes before." "And you said you weren't coming." He added. "I said I wasn't ready to sit at Margaret's table and be assessed." I kept my voice steady. "I didn't say you could take Nora without more than thirty minutes' notice." He set his glass down. "She's my daughter," he said. "I know that," I replied. "And she is also my daughter too. I am her primary carer. You should have told me." "I gave you Margaret's address. Henry's number and the time I'd be back. What exactly did I do wrong?... Tell me specifically." "You made a decision without consulting me," I said. "That's what you did wrong." "I introduced my child to her grandmother." "Without me," I muttered "But you said you weren't comi
JONATHAN *** AT A FAMILY DINNER "She has your grandfather's brow." Margaret said this the moment I placed Nora on the large dining room table next to the bread basket, which wasn’t the safest spot, so I quickly moved her to my lap. "She has her own brow," I replied. "All the Blackwood men have that brow." Margaret leaned forward and gazed at Nora with the same focus she used on property values, and people she was deciding what to do with. "She's beautiful, Jonathan." "Yes," I agreed. "She is." "May I hold her?" Nora was watching the chandelier above the dining table with complete fascination, one fist raised, utterly unaware that the woman across from her had been forming opinions about her for the past forty-eight hours. when Margaret saw that I wasn't responding to her or planning to allow her to carry Nora, she simply leaned back and placed her napkin to her lap and glanced at the empty chair beside me. "Penelope isn't coming," she stated. "You didn't invite her." "I
PENELOPE ***"You called me at seven in the morning.""And you answered," Jonathan said."I answered because I thought something was wrong with the case.""Something is wrong with the case. That's why I called."I stood in the doorway of his penthouse, looking at him, trying to remember why I had agreed to come here. He had sounded calm on the phone. He said there was something about the legal situation that needed to be discussed in person, and it couldn't wait. He mentioned Nora was welcome. He also said Henry could pick us up.I agreed because Mrs. Park had a doctor's appointment and I needed a safe place for Nora while we talked.I had not properly considered what it meant to bring my daughter into her father's home for the first time.The penthouse looked exactly as I imagined. The whole city was visible through the floor-to-ceiling glass. It was clean, well-organized, and expensive without being flashy.And very, very quiet."Come in," Jonathan welcomed me.I stepped inside.He
PENELOPE "She's filing for what exactly?" My lawyer, Tessa, had a calm expression in a crisis. She had sharp features and sat up straight. Her reading glasses were a prop she used while thinking. Adrian recommended her, and she agreed to see me on two hours' notice. That showed me she understood the urgency. She slid a document across the desk. "Three claims," she said. "Assault, citing the park incident. Intentional infliction of emotional distress. And a third claim asking the court to recognize her as an interested party in Nora's life." I read the paper. "Interested party," I said. "It's not custody," Tessa said. "Let me be clear. She is not suing for custody. She cannot sue for custody. She is Nora's aunt, not a parent, and a court would need strong grounds to grant any formal rights. But her filing to be recognized as an interested party means she can ask for information about Nora's welfare. It means she could be heard in any future proceedings involving Nora." "S
SERAPHINA "Tell me again what we can actually prove," I said. My lawyer, Diana wore her glasses on a chain and charged four hundred pounds an hour. She was worth every penny. She looked at me patiently ready to answer yet another version of my question. "The slap was public," she said. "There are multiple witnesses and multiple recordings. That's an assault on film, which is the strongest part of your case." "And the emotional distress?" "More complex, but not impossible. The confrontation was clearly distressing. You were in a public space and there was a minor child present. If we argue that the hostile environment caused you significant psychological harm..." "It did," I interrupted. Diana raised her eyebrows over her glasses. "I'm not questioning that," she said. "I'm saying courts need documentation. A therapist's report would strengthen this considerably." "I'll have one by Friday." I said Then she jotted down on a note. "And what about the defamation angle?" I asked.
JONATHAN "The board wants a call at eight."Marcus said that as soon as I walked in. It was six forty-five in the morning. He was already in his jacket at his desk with an expression of concern that showed things were bad but manageable if we acted quickly."Set it up," I replied."Also, your PR director called twice last night. She says the narrative window is closing, and you need to make a statement before noon, or they'll create one for you.""They won't create anything," I countered. "Tell her I'll speak to her at seven thirty.""And your lawyer called about the custody...""Marcus. One thing at a time." I sighed.then I walked into my office.My phone had forty-three notifications.I turned it off at midnight and back on at five. Those notifications piled up over those eight hours. Some were from the press. Some were from acquaintances who saw the video and contacted me with the awkwardness typical of people pretending to care.One was from Daniel. He sent my usual coffee order







