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OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Sixty-Four:
The gallery opens at six.By five forty-five, there are people on the sidewalk outside Meridian waiting. Not a crowd exactly. But enough. Clara's team manages the entrance with the quiet efficiency of people who have done this before and understand that the first ten minutes of an opening sets the register for the entire evening.We arrive at five thirty. Sophia, Edmund, Patrick, and I were in the car, Thomas driving, the city going from afternoon to evening outside the windows. Sophia is looking at her hands in her lap. Not anxious exactly. Inward. The specific quality of someone moving toward something they have been building toward for a long time.Edmund is beside her. He is wearing a suit that is older but well kept, the suit of a man who owns one good suit and maintains it with the same care he gives his notebooks. He has a rose in his breast pocket. I know this because he told us at dinner last night about a small photograph folded once, the one of her on the porch with the boo
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Sixty-Three:
The night before the opening, I cannot sleep.This is not surprising. I have known for two weeks that I would not sleep the night before. I have made peace with it the way you make peace with things you cannot change, acknowledged it, and set it aside, and now here it is at two in the morning exactly as predicted, and I am sitting at my desk with my charcoal and my sketchbook and the city below doing its late-night version of itself, quieter than day but never fully quiet, always something moving.Edmund is in his hotel three blocks away. Patrick is in the guest room down the hall. Alexander is asleep behind the closed bedroom door, or was when I got up at one thirty, his breathing slow and even and entirely unbothered by the fact that tomorrow is the most significant thing I have done in my life so far.I do not resent his ability to sleep. I find it, actually, a specific comfort. The steady, reliable fact of him asleep in the next room while I sit with the insomnia of the night befo
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Sixty-Two:
February moves differently than the months before it.There is a quality to the penthouse in February that I have not noticed in the six years I have owned it. Something to do with the light, which is still winter but with a different angle to it, arriving lower through the floor-to-ceiling windows and lying across the floors in long pale strips that were not there in December. Or maybe the light has always done this, and I was not paying attention because there was nobody here whose attention to light had taught me to notice it.Sophia notices everything the light does. I have learned to notice her noticing. She is at the kitchen counter on a Tuesday morning with her coffee and her phone and the specific, focused quality she has when something is assembling itself in her mind before she has language for it yet. I have learned to recognize this state and leave it alone until she surfaces from it. I make my coffee. Read the Kane Global brief open on my laptop. Give her the room.After
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Sixty-One:
Maya's photographs arrive on a Monday morning.Twelve of them. Attached to an email that is three sentences long is the careful brevity of someone who has decided to be brave and is not going to dilute it with unnecessary words. These are the ones I think are the most true. I don't know if they are good. I know they are honest. I open the attachments one at a time.The face is a woman's. Young, maybe thirty, maybe ageless—it is hard to say because Maya has not drawn her with the specificity of portraiture but with the specificity of someone drawing a feeling in the shape of a face. The eyes change across the twelve drawings. Not the structure of them; the actual eyes stay consistent, the same placement, and the same proportion, but what is in them shifts across the series the way light shifts across seventeen paintings of the same oak tree.In the first drawing the eyes are closed. In the last drawing, the eyes are open and looking directly out of the page. Between them, ten drawings
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Sixty:
The fourteenth piece changes something in the penthouse.I notice it the day after Sophia finishes it. The drawing is on her desk, not yet photographed properly for Clara's records, not yet matted or prepared for installation, just sitting there in the early light, and I find myself standing in her doorway looking at it for longer than I intend to. The woman in the window looking out and finding herself reflected back. The lamp. The desk. The fifteen paintings in the background."Home," I said. She is home.I meant it about the woman in the drawing. I also meant it about Sophia. I also meant it about myself, which is the part I am still getting used to. The specific unfamiliar weight of a place feeling like home. I have owned this penthouse for six years. I have slept here, worked here, and conducted business from every room. I have never once, before this year, walked through the door at the end of a day and felt the particular settling of a person returning to the right place.I fee
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Fifty-Nine:
The sanctions ruling comes on a Friday.I am in my room working on the catalog text when Marcus calls Alexander. I hear the call from the hallway, the low register that means something has moved, and I put my charcoal down and wait.Alexander appears in my doorway two minutes later."Sanctions granted," he says.I still go. "Against Derek's legal team." "Yes. Formal censure. Financial penalty. The ruling cites deliberate procedural misuse." He pauses. "The judge used the phrase 'chilling effect on charitable communication' verbatim from Priya's argument. He put it in the written ruling."I look at my desk. In the catalog text, four pages, the words I have been choosing carefully all morning to describe what the window series is and what it costs."Derek's lawyers are going to drop him," I say."Already have. Walsh filed a withdrawal of representation this morning. The censure is a mark against the firm. They cannot afford to keep a client who produces that outcome." "So he has no repr
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Seven:
"Whoever is doing this has been inside my company for longer than three weeks. I need to know who it is before they know I am looking."Alexander is on a call at six in the morning, standing at the window of his office with the city still grey below him. Marcus Reeves is on the other end. Head of i
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Five:
The cedar and sharp, expensive cologne that has become one of the most familiar things about this penthouse hits her first when she walks into the living room. Tom Ford Oud Wood. He is standing at the floor-to-ceiling windows with his back to her, looking out at the city. When he turns and sees the
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Four:
I cannot sleep. Again. It is becoming a pattern, and I do not know how to break it. Midnight comes, and I am wide awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking about Derek and the gallery and the way Alexander held his hand at my back like he was holding me in place. Like he wanted me there. Not because
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Three:
I wake to sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows and have no idea what time it is. I reach for my phone. Ten thirty. I have not slept past eight in years. I sit up and look around the room. My room. In Alexander Kane's penthouse. This is real. This is actually happening.I get out of be
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