FAZER LOGINPoint of View: Elena"He says he's the girl's son."Alexander said it the moment he sat down on the edge of the bed that night, before he'd even set down the manila envelope he'd been carrying since the empty house, and I understood immediately, from the flatness in his voice, exactly how much that single sentence had cost him to say aloud.The voice on his phone had belonged, it turned out, to a man named Daniel Reyes, no relation to the board member of the same name who'd left the family's orbit months earlier, and when Alexander finally came home and repeated the conversation to me word for word, I understood immediately why Rosalind had run rather than finish the story herself, why fear had won out over three decades of quiet resolve."My sister's son," Alexander clarified, the envelope still clutched in one hand like he couldn't quite bring himself to set it down even now, hours later. "He says his mother died two years ago, never knowing where she came from, and he only found th
Point of View: Alexander"Let me."Marcus's hand shot out before I could step through the unlocked door ahead of him, some old instinct from a more dangerous version of himself surfacing at exactly the right moment, and for once I didn't argue with him, didn't even try.Rosalind Ferris hadn't answered her phone that night, or the next morning, and by the time we stood on the porch of the small rented house Marcus had tracked down through an address buried in decades old staff records, I already knew, with a cold certainty I couldn't fully explain, that something had gone badly wrong behind that door.The house was empty, not ransacked, not disturbed in any way that would suggest violence had touched it, just carefully, deliberately empty, drawers left open, closets cleared, the particular emptiness of someone who had packed in a hurry rather than been taken by force against her will."She ran," Marcus said, standing in the center of what had clearly been her bedroom, a single forgotte
Point of View: Elena"Sit all the way down. This is going to take longer than a minute."I said it as gently as I could manage, but I watched Alexander's face brace for impact anyway the moment he crossed the threshold of our bedroom, still in his suit from the boardroom, exhaustion and something like dread already fighting for space on his features before I'd told him a single word of it.I had rehearsed the rest a dozen times before he walked through the door that night, and every version of it still felt like handing someone a wound instead of an explanation, no matter how carefully I arranged the sentences in my head beforehand."Marcus said you needed to talk to me," he said, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed. "He wouldn't tell me anything else. He looked like a man delivering bad news he hadn't finished reading himself.""He probably felt like one." I took his hand before I began, needing the contact more than he did, maybe, though neither of us said so. I told him everyt
Point of View: Alexander"I'm curious about the second lien, Ms. Cardenas."Richard's voice cut through Isabel's presentation so mildly that it took the room a full second to register what had just happened, and I watched two board members exchange a glance before they even understood why the temperature had dropped.Thursday's board meeting had started the way all the worst ones did, with everyone smiling too widely and no one saying what they actually meant, and I'd sat through the first twenty minutes of Isabel's presentation feeling like a man watching a beautifully built house with no idea what was holding up the foundation underneath it."The synergies alone justify the valuation," she'd been saying, gesturing at a slide full of numbers that looked, as they had all week, entirely too convenient for a deal this size. "I'd like a vote by Friday, gentlemen. Markets don't wait for due diligence to catch up to opportunity, and neither should this board."Then Richard had spoken, from
Point of View: Elena"You have his mother's eyes."Rosalind Ferris said it the moment she stepped into the sitting room where I'd been permitted, grudgingly, to receive one careful visitor, before either of us had exchanged a single proper greeting, and something about the certainty in her voice told me she'd been picturing this exact conversation for a very long time.She arrived on a Tuesday afternoon in a coat too heavy for the season, and settled slowly into the chair across from me with the careful movements of someone whose body had started keeping secrets from her the same way she'd spent decades keeping them from everyone else. "Alexander's, I mean," she added, when I didn't answer right away. "Eleanor used to say that about the whole family. Everyone carrying pieces of everyone else, whether they wanted to or not, whether they even knew it.""You knew her well," I said, watching her hands, which never quite stopped moving, folding and refolding themselves in her lap like she
Point of View: Alexander"You should have the full debt structure before you sign anything, Alexander. Standard leverage doesn't usually hide."Richard's warning had followed me into the boardroom before I'd even taken my seat, and I found myself turning it over again as I stood outside the doors for nearly a full minute, some instinct older than caution telling me that whatever Isabel Cardenas said behind them would be harder to undo than anything I'd faced from her yet.She'd insisted on meeting at Sterling Tower instead of neutral ground, which should have told me something on its own, and when I finally walked in she was already seated at the head of the table like she owned the room, a leather folio open in front of her, her smile arriving a half second before I did, practiced and warm and entirely too convenient for a woman who had every reason to be nervous."Alexander. Thank you for making time, given everything." Her sympathy sounded rehearsed, though I couldn't have said exa







