MasukDana POV: Dana Doesn't Want To Share Charles With Her Brothers I point at the file and say, "We need to understand what Alex is actually saying in this file."They crowd over it. Jack picks it up and reads the key sections twice, once to himself, and then aloud for all to hear. The table goes quiet as we absorb the meaning of what he just read. "He wants Sinic to buy us out," Jack says. "That's what this is. ‘The basic contingency is the protection of Helix's investment. We suggest a complete takeover for this reason.’" He sets the file down. "That's what he's saying."Cilian looks at the page like it's said something personally offensive to him. "What's Helix?""A front," I say. "When Alex wants distance between himself and a buyout, when he wants to move without his name attached to the move, he creates a new company. Helix is Alex. Alex is Helix. He's done it before."Cilian's face has gone the white and he's looking at Eddie, Jack and Derek's face as if calling them for help. H
Dana POV: Alex Returns With His Answer Alex doesn't touch the coffee.I set it on his desk and he glances at it with the distant acknowledgment of someone registering an object in their peripheral vision, and then he goes back to the files in front of him. The closed, brooding quality of his face that has been there since yesterday is there now. "Are you alright?" I ask."Yes."He opens another file and still doesn't look up.I try a different angle. "Is Jodie doing okay?"He looks up at that. "She's in LA until the weekend.""That figures," I say.I feel his eyes on my back the whole way out of the office.I close my door and the smile leaves my face. I let out a loud, hot held breath. I stand there for a moment with my hand still on the door handle. My shoulders drop and the muscles of my face release themselves as I drop the pretense. Charles calls me on the phone in that moment but I stare at it until it stops. He’s probably calling to check in, or maybe to suggest lunch. He
Alex POV: Alex Suspects Charles It wasn't a conscious decision to drive to Fifth Avenue.The Mexican restaurant is north. I know this. I was driving south, and I didn't correct it, and I told myself this is because the traffic is better this way, which is not true. But now I wish I'd turned around before I came this far. I'm looking at Jack, Cilian and Eddie leaning against a car outside Charles's shop. They're relaxed and at ease with Charles who's facing outward, talking with his whole body, his hands moving, shoulders shifting, turning sideways to make some point that appears to be funny because all three of Dana's brothers are laughing. I almost hit the car in front of me.I brake. The car in front rolls on, indifferent. I pull to the curb half a block down and sit there with the engine running and watch in the rearview mirror."What the hell.”Charles is gesturing widely with both hands, illustrating something, narrating something, and Eddie shakes his head laughing and Cilian
Alex POV: Dana Makes CoffeeDana brings me coffee.I look up from my laptop when she sets it on the desk, and the smile she gives me shocks me. "Thank you," I say. "You didn't have to.""I'm your secretary after all." Still wearing that bug smile, she turns and leaves. I get up quickly and go to the door.She's walking down the corridor toward her office, and I stand in my doorway and watch her for a moment, wondering how come her skin glows more, her red hair redder and . . . her hips. Gosh. I look back at the coffee.The thought that crosses my mind next is so unreasonable that I'm almost embarrassed by it. I'm wondering whether, if Dana is angry with me for some reason, this coffee could be . . . (Poisoned?)I stop the thought before it finishes forming and feel immediately ridiculous for having started it. This is Dana. I pick up the cup and walk into Derek's office.Derek is at his desk with a steaming mug in front of him, reading something on his screen. He looks up."Mor
Dana POV: The Wormhole Theory The wine loosens everything, the way good wine does.It starts with Eddie asking Charles about the Italian political landscape, whether the current coalition would hold, whether the agricultural subsidies were affecting smaller producers, and Charles gives an answer that makes Eddie sit forward, which is how you know Eddie considers you worth talking to. Eddie only leans forward for people who know things."The issue isn't the subsidies themselves," Charles says, turning his glass slowly. "It's the inconsistency of application. The larger estates absorb the bureaucracy. The smaller ones drown in it.""Same pattern everywhere," Jack says. "You see it in the States with the farm bills. The language protects small producers on paper and dismantles them in practice.""Because the people writing the language have never set foot on a small farm," I say.Everyone looks at me."Or a small vineyard," Charles adds, and the look he gives me when he says it is warm
Dana POV: Her Sisters Like Charles Harrington The cork comes free with a clean, solid pop."Harrington?" I say.Charles looks at me, smiling. "I was wondering when you'd ask. I thought you might not.""It sounds very English.""That's because it is English." He reaches for the two glasses I've set out and begins to pour the wine. "A good portion of my family has roots there. The Harrington branch. It's old, older than anyone still living can properly account for. The most I can tell you is that they're from England, which is not very much, but there it is.""How quaint," I say."Isn't it," he says without irony. He picks up a glass and holds it out to me. I take it and sip.The wine does something immediate to my palate, and quite honestly, to the quality of the moment. It tastes rich, with a depth that suggests it has been waiting somewhere dark and patient for exactly the right occasion."How is it?" Charles says, looking at me over his glass."It's extraordinary." I look at him.
Alex POV: Is Dana Seeing Someone?The front door opens and Fanny sweeps in. I brace for the lecture, the narrowed eyes, the quiet judgment she’s perfected since my divorce. Instead, she heads straight for Jodie, her arms open.“Jodie!” Fanny pulls her into a hug that looks genuine. “I’m so glad you
Alex POV: The DinnerMy heart knocks a little harder as we climb the front steps of my parents’ house in Los Angeles. We’re ten minutes late on account of the traffic on the bridge out of Reagan but they’ll understand.We flew in from D.C. this afternoon just for this dinner and tomorrow morning we
Dana POV: The BanquetI sit at the round table near the back of the Wood and Ward banquet hall, the one tucked just far enough from the spotlight that I can pretend I’m only a guest. The chandeliers throw soft golden across white tablecloths and half-empty wine glasses.It’s night, late enough that
Alex POV: How Long Does It Take To Stop Loving Someone?The taxi continues to get tinier and tinier until it disappears. And I’m standing there, staring, still not sure how it is she is in Washington.After everything, she still gets to walk away like I’m the one who broke us.“Alex!”I turn around







