LOGINDante.I dropped the phone on the desk.Not on purpose. My hand just stopped caring about it somewhere between reading the same paragraph for the fourth time and realising I hadn't actually absorbed any of it. It hit the wood and I left it there and stood up.Sitting in that room for another minute wasn't going to produce anything new.I came out into the hallway.Then stopped when I noticed there was someone on my couch.I nearly laughed my ass off when I realized who it was. Victor. Jacket off, one arm thrown over the back cushion, the television on low in front of him like he lived here. He looked up when he heard me and had the nerve to smile."Looking older than your age, man."I stared at him. "I'm in my forties. Quite young considering this generation."He scoffed. "Keep telling yourself that."Something came out of me that I hadn't planned. Not quite a smile but close enough that Victor's expression shifted in a way that meant he'd clocked it."Wasn't expecting you," I said.
Axel"The Meridian acquisition closes Friday," I said. "I want the legal team on the documentation by tomorrow morning. Not afternoon. Morning.""Yes sir." Priya had her tablet open, pen moving. "And the Harlow account?""Push it to next week. They've been pushing us for three months. I’m pretty sure a week won't kill them." I closed the folder in front of me. "Anything else."The room did its quiet shuffle as the meeting concluded. Six people filing out with the particular efficiency of a team that had learned not to linger. The door closed.I stayed in the chair.The boardroom had a view I'd spent two years earning. Chicago from forty floors up, the lake in the distance, the grid of the city laid out with the indifference of something that had been there before me and would be there considerably after.I looked at it and felt nothing useful.The tablet on the table had seventeen unread messages. Two from legal. One from the Harlow account ignoring the push I'd just issued. The rest
Xena.Remind me why I'm here again.I stared at the shocked Adrian and hoped my expression was neutral. Performing Hannah wasn't new — I'd spent enough years watching her move through rooms to know how to play it. The specific way she smiled at people she needed something from. The warmth that arrived exactly when it was useful and left the same way.Last time I hadn't tried to hide what I was doing. This time my father's life was on the line.I had no choice but to play Hannah fully."Hannah." Adrian's voice came out flat. The specific flatness of a man whose brain had received input it wasn't prepared for. "What—" He stopped. Then started differently. "Where have you been?"I let out a breath through my nose. He shifted the bag on my shoulder and let my eyes move past him into the penthouse."Out," I said."Out.""Partying mostly." I looked back at him. "Can I come in or are we doing this in the doorway?"He didn't move immediately. His eyes were scanning me, trying to get an asses
Adrian."I understand that," I said. "What I'm asking is why.""Mr. Yale." The officer's voice had the specific quality of someone reading from a script they hadn't written. "Visitation for Ms. Cross has been restricted pending further review. That's all the information available to me at this time.""Further review of what.""I'm not at liberty—""You've said that twice.""Because it's the answer, sir."I looked at the wall across from the desk. The kind of surface that had absorbed a thousand versions of this conversation and retained nothing from any of them."When does the review conclude," I said."I don't have that information.""Who does."A pause. The pause of someone who did have that information and had been instructed about what to do with it."Someone will be in touch," he said.The line went quiet.I set the phone down on the kitchen counter and stood there for a moment. Third call this week. Third version of the same script delivered by a different voice. Pending review.
Reeves."She called."Diana said it from the doorway the way she said most things like the information belonged to her because she'd been the one to receive it first.I didn't look up from the table."I know.""And?""And she called." I turned the page. "That's all it needed to be for now."She moved into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. ."She sounded scared," Diana said, setting a glass on the island then serving herself wine."She sounded controlled." I turned another page. "There's a difference.""Is there?""Yes."She came to the table and sat across from me without being invited. For someone crossing forty, she looked sexy with glasses in both hands, hair down and expensive clothes in a house in the middle of nowhere.Quite a contradiction she had never once registered in all the months she'd been moving through these rooms like she owned them."Hannah's asking questions again," she said.I looked up then."What kind?""The kind that don't concern her." Diana's mouth pre
Dante.I laughed.It came out before I'd decided anything about it. The short genuine kind that arrives when the brain receives something it flatly refuses to file as real.Xena didn't smile.The laugh ran out of road."You're serious," I said."Yes."I opened my mouth."I'm tired." She said it before I got there. And her tone told me she wasn't in the mood. She sounded like someone who had already argued every side of something before bringing it up. "The family. All of it. It's too complicated and I don't want to be a part of it anymore." A pause that had weight in it. "I want to start over. Find something that's actually mine."Nothing that I could get hold of.No accusation. No specific grievance I could address or dismantle or offer a solution to. Just a woman standing in my kitchen at whatever hour this was telling me she was tired.I looked at her.Then at the pot on the stove.I crossed to the cabinet then pulled out a bowl. Ladled broth into it and set it on the counter in f
Dante.The cursor hadn't moved in forty minutes.I leaned back. The study ceiling had nothing on it. I looked anyway.What I needed was a distraction. Something that wasn't numbers or Gerald or the particular shape of a problem that kept shifting every time I thought I had the edges of it. A woman
Xena.The line went silent for a few seconds. Multiple questions ran through my mind. Who was on the line? Where was my dad? "You took your time," the voice finally said.. My thumbnail pressed into the edge of my phone case. Once. Then I stopped."Who is this?""Someone who has been trying to ha
Xena.The ceiling had nothing useful on it.I'd been staring at it long enough to confirm that. It had no answers, no patterns worth decoding, just the flat white expanse of a room that cost more per month than my first apartment had cost per year. I was lying on top of the covers still dressed. S
Dante.The numbers on the screen had stopped meaning anything useful twenty minutes ago.That was the detail I kept circling back to. Not the Thursday meeting. Not Victor's last update on Axel. Not the particular shape of Gerald's moves that still wasn't sitting right. The numbers had stopped meani







