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CHAPTER 196: MAYA'S NEWS
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The Billionaires Greatest Regret CHAPTER 197: VIENNA OR HOME
POV: Thomas"Twins," Thomas said. "Plural.""That's usually the meaning.""As in, two.""As in two." Maya sat on the edge of the bed in their Brooklyn bedroom with her feet tucked under her and a pillow clutched to her stomach. It was past midnight. A single lamp threw a warm circle onto the quilt. Thomas stood at the foot of the bed, in the middle of the floor, in his socks, with both hands buried in his hair as though he were trying to hold his skull on. "Two cellos' worth of baby.""That doesn't mean anything.""I'm in shock. I'm making noises.""You've been making noises for ten minutes.""I have a talent." He dropped onto the mattress and lay flat on his back, staring at the ceiling. "Two. Maya. We've been married for fourteen months. We can barely keep a ficus alive.""The ficus was already dying when we got it.""We named it Gerald.""It had a hard life."He turned his head on the pillow. His eyes were wide. In the lamplight he looked about nineteen. "I keep thinking I'm dreami
The Billionaires Greatest Regret CHAPTER 196: MAYA'S NEWS
POV: Maya"Say it again," Thomas said. "Slowly. I think my ears are broken.""They aren't broken.""Then say it.""Thomas." Maya stood at the end of the kitchen island in their narrow Brooklyn apartment with a white plastic stick in one hand and a glass of orange juice in the other. It was seven in the morning on a gray March Tuesday. Rain ticked against the window above the sink. Her hair was in a knot on top of her head, and she wore his old Juilliard sweatshirt with the sleeves pushed to her elbows. "I'm pregnant."He had been about to take a bite of toast. The toast stayed where it was, an inch from his open mouth. For three full seconds he did not move or blink. Then it slid out of his fingers and landed butter side down on the floor, and he did not so much as glance at it."You're what?""Pregnant. Eight weeks, I think. I counted on the calendar." She held up the stick as if offering evidence in court. "I took three tests. They all agree.""Three.""I wanted to be sure.""Maya."
The Billionaires Greatest Regret CHAPTER 195: STARS
POV: Vivienne Ashford"I found the last page," Alexei said. "It was stuck to the back cover. I think someone glued it there on purpose.""Whitcomb.""Or your father." He set a single sheet of yellowed paper on the kitchen table, in the pale morning light. "Read it. Both of you. Together."It was the first day of January. Snow lay thick on the garden, and the windows of the Westchester kitchen were rimmed with frost. Nobody had slept much. The house was quiet in a way it had not been for weeks, the quiet that follows a storm, when everyone is still listening for thunder and none arrives. Vivienne sat on one side of the long table in a gray cardigan, with a mug between her palms. Anya sat opposite in her nurse's cardigan, her eyes red from a double shift, her hair loose. Between them lay the page.It was a letter, in her father's hand. Neat, slanting, the capital letters formed with the care of a man who had spent thirty-one years correcting other people's handwriting. The paper had cre
The Billionaires Greatest Regret CHAPTER 194: THE RECEIPT
POV: Priya"You've brought your accountant," Whitcomb said. "How very modern.""I bring the person who knows the numbers," said Priya. "It saves time.""It certainly does."It was Monday, at noon, in a private dining room on the second floor of a club on Sixteenth Street, a narrow room of dark paneling and heavy velvet drapes where a table had been laid for two. A silver tureen of soup sat steaming between them. Whitcomb had risen when she entered. He wore a charcoal suit, a pale blue tie, and the easy smile of a man who had never lost a lunch.Priya sat down. Under her cream silk blouse, taped against her ribs, a wire the width of a toothpick carried every word to a van parked at the end of the block. Beside the van sat Haas, headphones clamped over her ears. Beside Haas sat Vivienne, white-lipped and rigid, one hand wrapped around a cold paper cup. And beside Vivienne, silent as a statue, sat Alexei, with his father's ledger open on his knee."Soup?" said Whitcomb."No, thank you."
The Billionaires Greatest Regret CHAPTER 193: A LARGER ROOM
POV: Leo Ashford"Play it again," said Special Agent Corrine Haas. "From the part about the river."They sat in a windowless conference room in the federal building on Broadway, around a long laminated table with a pitcher of water, a stack of legal pads, and a small black speaker in the center. It was three in the afternoon. Haas wore a dark suit and no jewelry, and her hair was pulled back so tight it seemed to stretch the corners of her eyes. At her elbow sat a younger agent with a laptop, and beside him a grave, silver-haired man in a bow tie who had introduced himself as an Assistant United States Attorney and then said nothing since.Anya pressed the button. Whitcomb's voice filled the room, soft and dry and precise.*He left a body in a river. He was supposed to make it look like an accident, and instead there was an inquiry. It embarrassed me for months.*Nobody moved."Stop," said Haas.Anya stopped it. The silence was heavy. Beside her Vivienne sat with her hands clasped in
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
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