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CHAPTER 191: THE TABLE DIVIDED
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The Billionaires Greatest Regret CHAPTER 192: THE COSMOS CLUB
POV: Vivienne Ashford"You're early," said Gideon Whitcomb. "I like that in a person.""I do not like you," said Anya. "But I am punctual.""Those are not mutually exclusive."He rose from a leather armchair in the corner of the reading room of the Cosmos Club in Washington, a wood-paneled, gaslit space lined with bookshelves and smelling of old paper. It was seven in the morning. A fire crackled in the grate. Rain streamed down the tall windows. Whitcomb wore the same plain steel cufflinks, a different gray suit, and the calm expression of a man who had expected her."Miss Petrova," he said. "I'm so glad you called.""I did not call. I left a message.""With my secretary.""With a machine.""She will be so disappointed to hear it." He gestured to the chair opposite. "Please. I've ordered coffee. And toast. I find a person is less likely to be rude over toast."Anya did not sit. She stood in the middle of the carpet with her coat buttoned to the chin and her hands in her pockets. In t
The Billionaires Greatest Regret CHAPTER 191: THE TABLE DIVIDED
POV: Roman Ashford"Plain steel cufflinks," Alexei said. "A voice so soft you had to lean in. A gray suit."He stood at the head of the long dining table in the Westchester house with both hands braced on the polished wood and snow melting in his hair. It was ten at night. He had come in through the kitchen without knocking, and nobody had stopped him. Now the whole family sat around the table in the lamplight, silent, with the remains of a cold dinner pushed to one side."Gideon Whitcomb," Roman said."You know him?""I had lunch with him today."Alexei's eyes went wide. For a moment the old reserve cracked, and he looked like a man who had been struck from behind. "You sat across from him.""He offered me five million dollars for the file.""And you did not break his nose.""I considered it."A short sound broke out of Alexei that was half laugh and half something else. He pulled out the chair beside Katya and dropped into it as though his legs had finally given way. She put an arm
The Billionaires Greatest Regret CHAPTER 190: THE TRAIN TO WASHINGTON
POV: Priya"I'm not going to stop you," Katya said. "I only want you to say it out loud, so I know it's real.""Say what?""That you're going to do something stupid.""I am not going to do something stupid.""You are on a train to Washington with a suitcase and a grudge." She sat across from him in the dining car with her coat still buttoned and her hands wrapped around a paper cup of coffee she had no intention of drinking. The compartment rocked gently. Out the window, winter fields rolled past in long gray bands, patched with snow. "You've got the face you had when you were fourteen and you decided to run away to Zurich.""I got as far as the station.""You got as far as the *bakery* at the station. I had to come and get you."Alexei looked out the window. He had not shaved. His coat lay folded beside him, his jaw dark, his eyes shadowed. He looked like a man who had slept in a chair for two nights and expected to sleep in one for another. He said nothing for a long minute."How di
The Billionaires Greatest Regret CHAPTER 189: LUNCH ON THE FORTIETH FLOOR
POV: Vivienne Ashford"You'll want the table by the window," said the man in the gray suit. "The light is better. And I find that people tell the truth when they can see each other's faces.""Do they?" said Roman."In my experience, yes. It's the only thing the Moscow winters taught me." The man smiled. "Please. Sit."The restaurant was on the fortieth floor of a glass tower in midtown, a cool, hushed room of pale wood and white linen where nobody spoke above a murmur. A pianist played something soft near the bar. Through the tall windows Manhattan lay spread out below in a gray December haze, the rivers on either side like strips of tin. Roman lowered himself into the chair opposite and put his hands on the tablecloth. He had not worn a tie. He had come because the car had been at the curb at noon, a black sedan with tinted windows, and because Vivienne had said, quietly, in the kitchen, *Go. But call me every hour.*"I'm Gideon Whitcomb," the man said. "I believe we have not met.""
The Billionaires Greatest Regret CHAPTER 188: THE NEWSPAPER UNDER THE DOOR
POV: Leo Ashford "Tell me it is not true," Alexei said. "I would like very much for someone in this house to tell me that." He stood in the front hall with the newspaper held out in front of him like something he had found dead on the lawn. He had not taken off his coat. Rain ran from his hair down the side of his face, and he did not wipe it away. The hall was wide and warm, hung with family photographs, and every one of them seemed suddenly to be looking at him. Vivienne came down the last three steps with her sister close behind. Roman had just come in from the garage and stopped with his keys in his hand. At the foot of the stairs, Katya stood very still with her fingers pressed to her lips, because she had read the headline already. GENEVA ARCHIVE REVEALS AMERICAN TEACHER'S ROLE IN VOLKOV BROTHER'S DEATH. "Alexei," Vivienne said. "Let me explain." "Explain what? That my uncle was arrested because of your father?" His voice was dangerously even. "I have read the article four
The Billionaires Greatest Regret CHAPTER 187: THE SECOND SET
POV: Roman Ashford "Read the second line again," Vivienne said. "Out loud. Slowly." "I have read it five times." "Then read it a sixth." Anya sat at the long kitchen table with the white card flat in front of her and her hands folded on either side of it, the way a woman might sit before a verdict. It was nine in the morning. The police had come and gone, leaving fingerprint powder on the study door and a young detective's business card on the refrigerator. Roman had gone to the foundation to pull the security footage. Priya had taken the baby upstairs. For the first time since dawn the house was quiet. "'Ask your sister what her father really did,'" Anya read. Her voice was flat. "It is written on the back, in smaller letters." "My father." "Our father." "Which means whoever wrote it believes you know something I don't." "Or believes I will find out." Anya looked up. "Vivienne. I do not know what it means. I swear this to you on my mother's grave." "I believe you." "Do you
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