Se connecterPOV: Avalon Pierce
Avalon Pierce woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. It was 7:15 on a Saturday morning, not exactly the best time to be getting a call. The number on the screen was unfamiliar, which made him wonder if someone had dialled the wrong number or if something was wrong. Either way, he wasn't thrilled about being woken up so early on his day off.
He answered.
A man's voice came on, sounding very formal, like he was reading from a script. "Mr. Pierce," he said. He took a deep breath before continuing. "My name is David Ricks and I'm calling from Henderson Capital."
Avalon sat up.
Beside him Selene stirred but didn’t wake.
He quietly got out of bed and made his way to the study, where he picked up the phone to answer the call.
David Ricks said that Richard Henderson is interested in meeting up. He was thinking maybe Monday would work. Apparently, Richard has a proposal that he wants to go over with Avalon and his wife in person.
“What kind of proposal?”
"He wanted me to keep the details off the phone," I said, pausing for a moment. "But he did say it's about the foundation's next step, and he thinks he can really speed up your schedule and make it happen a lot sooner than expected."
Avalon looked at the window.
“Monday at ten,” he said.
“I’ll confirm.”
He hung up.
Avalon sat in the study for a moment.
Then he went to make coffee.
Selene appeared at seven forty.
Hair scattered and still in the oversized shirt she slept in. The version of her that existed before she decided who she was going to be that day.
He liked that version better.
He’d never told her that tho.
She looked at him at the counter.
“You’re already up,” she said.
“Henderson Capital called.”
She stopped.
“At seven fifteen on a Saturday,” he said.
“What did they want?”
Richard Henderson is looking to get together on Monday, and he's got a proposal that could potentially move things forward quickly for the foundation's next phase. As he handed her a cup of coffee, he mentioned that Henderson claims he can really speed up the timeline, which could be a game-changer.
She took the coffee, standing there processing it.
“How significantly,” she said.
“He didn’t say.”
“That’s either very good or very complicated.”
“Probably both,” he said.
She drank her coffee.
What still caught him off guard about Selene was her thought process - it was as if she'd examine something from every angle, taking her time to figure out what made it tick before forming an opinion. Sometimes he found himself amazed by the way her mind worked, like she was carefully turning over a puzzle piece to study all its facets. Her thinking was a slow and deliberate dance, one that he'd grown to appreciate, even when it surprised him.
“We go together,” she said finally.
“I assumed.”
So basically, Mondays are just for listening, we don't make any decisions or commitments on that day.
“Agreed.”
"I need to know what's expected of us if we accept the Henderson offer, because their money usually comes with certain conditions and I want to be clear on what those are before we make any decisions."
“Also agreed.”
She looked at him.
“You already thought all that,” she said.
I was expecting you to realize it as well.
She almost smiled but turned back to her coffee.
“The weekend was dragging on, and Saturday had slipped away in a familiar haze, just like all the others lately.
She spent the morning working for two hours, tackling her foundation emails and then jumping on a call with Amara to discuss the upcoming Henderson meeting. As they delved into the details, her focus narrowed to the specific Selene project, and for a while, everything else faded into the background, becoming irrelevant as she concentrated on the task at hand. The world outside receded, and all that mattered was the conversation and the plans they were making.
Avalon read Nexus reports that needed his attention. A book he’d been meaning to finish for three months. Nene’s notes one more time not because he’d missed anything but because sometimes rereading something felt like visiting someone.
At noon Maya arrived uninvited with food because Maya had decided uninvited with food was her primary love language and nobody was arguing.
She placed the items on the counter, then turned to look at the two of them, her eyes moving from one to the other.
“How was last night,” she said.
“Good,” Selene said.
“Kofi said you wore the green dress.”
“Kofi was there?”
Maya was busy opening containers when she mentioned that he had arrived late. Apparently, he had caught a glimpse of you standing at the podium. His impression was that you completely owned the room, commanding attention with your presence.
Selene looked at her coffee.
"Maya spoke up, saying 'the comments' - or so it seemed. Apparently, someone had mentioned that you had written down some notes."
“I did.”
“Why.”
“Because the notes were what I was supposed to say,” Selene said. “ Not what I actually wanted to say.”
Maya looked at her for a moment.
"That's what sets them apart," she said, "the difference between just going through the motions and truly embodying it."
Selene looked at her sister.
“Yes,” she said. “ Exactly that.”
As soon as Maya was gone, he made his way over to where Selene was standing by the window, lost in thought.
Just standing.
Looking at the city.
He came and stood beside her.
She didn’t look at him.
“Can I ask you something?” she said.
“Yes.”
“Last night. When I stepped back from the podium.” She paused. “ What did you actually think.”
He thought about what he’d thought.
“That I had no idea,” he said.
She looked at him.
He thought back to how much she had grown, even before they met. “You were already working towards that moment, the one where you became the person you are today. I just happened to be there to see it, to be a part of it.” He gazed out at the city, remembering the journey that had brought you to this point. “You had been building up to this for years, long before I came into the picture, long before the foundation was laid. And I was just lucky enough to be in the room when it all came together.”
She was quiet for a moment.
"Those are probably the most honest words you've ever spoken to me," she replied.
“I’m practising.”
“It’s working.”
His phone rang at four.
He looked at it.
Unknown number. Different from the morning’s call.
He answered.
Silence for a moment.
Then a voice he hadn’t heard in three years.
“Avalon.” Female. Careful. “ It’s Diana.”
He went very still.
“How did you get this number,” he said.
"It wasn't easy, but I had to call. I know you told me not to, but I just can't keep this to myself. There's something going on with Henderson Capital that you need to be aware of. I've been thinking about it nonstop and I have to tell you, it's been bothering me. I know I shouldn't be calling, but I feel like I have to warn you. Can we talk about this?"
Avalon looked at the window.
At Selene’s back.
“What about it,” he said.
“Richard Henderson,” Diana said. “ He’s not what he appears. I’ve been sitting on this for six months trying to decide whether it was my place to say anything.” She pause. “ After last night I decided it was.”
“Say it,” Avalon said.
Diana said it.
He just stood there, frozen in time, for what felt like an eternity after she had stopped speaking.
Then he said: “Send me everything you have.”
“Already sent,” she said. “ Avalon.”
“What.”
"I'm really sorry, for everything. I just am." She stopped, looking down, and that was it.
She hung up.
He stood at the window.
Selene turned around.
She read his face immediately.
“What happened,” she said.
He looked at her.
“We have a problem,” he said.
POV: Selene CastellanoThey got home to find Maya at the apartment.She was sitting on the floor with Elena on the play mat, talking to her niece about something that had clearly been going on for a while given the depth of Elena’s attention.Maya looked up when they came in.“Sit down,” she said. “Both of you. I’ll make coffee. Someone tell me what happened.”“My father filed a civil claim against me,” Selene said.Maya went very still.“He’s alive,” Selene said. “He’s in Fresno and Daniel Reyes found him.”The apartment was completely silent except for Elena making a small sound on the play mat.Maya stood up slowly.She crossed to Selene and looked at her for a long moment.Then she said: “That man has taken enough from us.”“Yes,” Selene said.“He doesn’t get this too,” Maya said. “He doesn’t get the foundation or Elena or any of it.”“No,” Selene said.“Margaret,” Maya said. Looking at Avalon. “Today.”“Already called,” Avalon said.“Good,” Maya said. She looked at Selene. “We en
POV: Selene CastellanoDavid Kim had Daniel Reyes's photograph on his desk before they sat down. Which meant he’d already known.Which meant Philip Cross wasn’t the only one watching the theatre that night.“You already have him,” Avalon said. “We’ve had him under surveillance for three weeks,” Kim said. “Since the Vantara approach became public. The timing was too convenient. A board member initiating an acquisition conversation timed around a birth.” He looked between them. “We wanted to understand the full scope before we moved.”“What’s the full scope?” Selene asked.Kim opened the folder.“Daniel Reyes has been working with a group of the original Pierce Holdings investors for fourteen months,” he said. “People who believe the foundation’s displacement bond acknowledgement opens them to civil liability. They’ve been funding a coordinated effort to discredit the foundation before any lawsuits can be filed.”“Sandra Cole,” Selene said.“One piece,” Kim said. “The Vantara approach
POV: Avalon PierceThe photograph was grainy.Taken from a distance, Philip Cross clearly tried not to be seen while he took it, the theatre lights catching the subject’s face at an angle that made identification difficult but not impossible. Not impossible because Avalon had looked at this face across a boardroom table for four years.“Daniel Reyes,” he said.“Yes,” Selene said.“He was at the theatre,” Avalon said. “After, I removed him from the board.”“Three days after,” Selene said.“He wasn’t there for the ceremony,” Avalon said. “He knew about Sandra Cole and he sent her.”Selene looked at him.“He initiated the Vantara approach,” she said slowly. “He gave them the timing around Elena’s birth and when that failed he found another angle.”“Sandra Cole,” Avalon said. “The medical records, blackmail.”“He’s been running two strategies simultaneously,” Selene said. “Vantara for the company. Sandra for the foundation.”“And when Vantara failed publicly and Sandra withdrew,” Avalon
POV: Selene CastellanoFive weeks after Elena came home, life became something Selene didn’t have a word for yet.Normal implied returning to something. This was new. A different texture entirely. Days that had the shape of two people learning a third person who had very clear opinions about everything and no capacity yet to express them in language, which meant every cry was a translation problem and every solved translation felt like winning something significant.She was standing at the kitchen window at 6 AM with Elena against her shoulder, the city just beginning outside, when Avalon appeared behind her and put his hands on her waist and his chin on her shoulder and they stood like that looking at the morning together.“She’s asleep,” Selene said quietly.“I know,” he said. “Don’t move.”“I wasn’t going to move,” she said.“Good,” he said.They stood very still.Elena breathed against Selene’s neck with the total commitment of someone who had exhausted herself communicating very
POV: Avalon PierceSelene sat very still across the table.“Diana,” she said.“Diana,” he said.“She didn’t mean for this to happen,” Selene said.“No,” he said. “But it happened.”“Someone in the prosecutor’s office sold information from a sealed federal file,” she said. “Information about our daughter.”“Yes,” he said.She looked at the table.At her hands carrying the wedding ring he’d put on her finger because a dead woman’s will had decided they should be in the same room.“I’m not angry at Diana,” she said. “I want to be. I’m just—tired. I’m tired of the edges of our lives being populated by people who mean well and cause damage anyway.”“I know,” he said.“The center holds,” she said. But it came out differently than it usually did. It's quieter, like she was checking rather than declaring.He reached across the table.“The center holds,” he said. She looked at him.“Sandra Cole,” she said. “What do we do?”“We don’t pay her,” he said. “We never pay her.”“Then she releases wh
POV: Avalon PierceThe woman in the photograph was standing outside the Herbst Theatre with a phone pressed to her ear and a folder under her arm, confident she hadn’t been seen.Avalon knew her, not very well.Her name was Sandra Cole.She’d worked at Pierce Holdings twelve years ago, she was a junior counsel in the legal department. Competent and quiet, she was the kind of person who absorbed information without appearing to and who left the company after eighteen months without explanation or reference request.He’d forgotten she existed until right now.“How does she connect to the blackmail,” he said.“Cross traced the anonymous contact back to her through the payment method,” Patricia said. “She used a cryptocurrency wallet she thought was untraceable. It wasn’t.” She paused. “Cross says she’s been building a file on the foundation for eight months. She also has connections to three of the original investors who are worried about civil liability.”“She’s working for them,” Avalo
POV: Maya CastellanoShe found it in the archive.Three weeks into foundation work Selene had given her access to Nene’s personal papers. Not the board notes but the other things like letters, personal correspondence, documents Margaret had kept because she hadn’t known what else to do with them an
POV: Selene CastellanoDaniel Frost’s office looked like a man who made decisions.Everything was exactly where it needed to be. No decorative choices that hadn’t been considered. The desk faced the door rather than the window because Daniel Frost had decided long ago that he worked better without
POV: Selene CastellanoJames came back on Wednesday with a twelve-page printed, stapled document, it was written in the direct style of someone who had learned to say exactly what they meant after years of saying things that missed.He set it on the desk.“The structural problem,” he said. “The one
POV: Avalon PierceMargaret came to them at the foundation office because that’s where they were when she called back with more and she said she needed to show them rather than tell them.She arrived at nine AM the next morning with a box filled with letters in envelopes, some yellowed at the edge







