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Chapter 12: Juno?
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2026-09-27 23:08:28
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Too Late, Mr. Ellison: The Wife Who Built His Empire Chapter 23: The Red Coat
Grant's POVTuesday, 4:10 p.m.The brass sign next to the door said OKAFOR LAW, SUITE 3B. That was all it said. There was no other name on the door and no sign in the hallway.I stood in a hallway on Court Street that smelled of floor wax. In my coat pocket was a report from the investigator Owen had hired. It had arrived at noon.For years, I had paid Ledger, my secret deal adviser, through a small company called Northline Advisory. I had never asked who owned it. The report said Northline's official address was Suite 3B, and the lawyer listed on its papers was Dee Okafor.This was her door. She was the same lawyer who had sat next to Juno that morning and said, "Please note it twice."A young man at the front desk told me Ms. Okafor was with a client. I said I would wait. She came out nine minutes later, carrying a notepad. She did not look surprised to see me."Mr. Ellison. You're early for the next deposition.""Northline Advisory." I held up the report. "I paid that company for f
Too Late, Mr. Ellison: The Wife Who Built His Empire Chapter 22: Next Question
Juno's POVMarcus stood between Dee and the door of the Sayer conference room. He had been standing there for ninety seconds, and neither of them had looked away.It was 8:10 on Tuesday morning. In less than three hours, Sloane's lawyer would question me under oath. It was called a deposition, and everything I said would be typed up and could be used against me in court. Dee was my lawyer, and she had come to Sayer Capital early to prepare me. Marcus had been waiting for her at the door.I had barely slept since Saturday night. After I found the photo of my mother's house on the seat of that car, the thin man in the raincoat had rolled his window up and driven away without a word. I called my mother back three times. She said nothing was wrong, told me to stop calling, and hung up. On Sunday I showed the photo to Dee. She said taking a picture of a house from the street isn't a crime, but she wrote down the time and kept a copy.Ten days earlier, Marcus had found Dee's name on every f
Too Late, Mr. Ellison: The Wife Who Built His Empire Chapter 21: Permit Number
Juno's POVRosa Delgado called me at 7:20 on Saturday morning. She was shouting in Spanish and English at the same time."They are taking my oven, Juno! Men with a truck! Come now!"I jumped out of bed. Rosa owned the bakery around the corner from my apartment, on Court Street. The day before, she had given me a bag of rolls and refused to take my money. I liked her right away.I put on my gray suit and my dark red coat. In the bathroom mirror, I could still see a faint pink mark on my left cheek, where Margaret had slapped me the night before. I didn't cover it. I ran.A white truck was parked outside the bakery with its ramp down. Two men in orange vests stood next to a cart, ready to roll the oven out. About thirty neighbors stood on the sidewalk in coats and slippers, filming with their phones.Rosa stood in her doorway, blocking it with her whole body. She was sixty-one, and she had flour all the way up to her elbows.A man in a tan coat stood in front of her, reading from a piece
Too Late, Mr. Ellison: The Wife Who Built His Empire Chapter 20: Forty-Nine Dollars
Grant's POVBy three o'clock on Friday afternoon, my bottom lip had swollen into a hard purple lump, and the side of my face still burned where Juno's hand had landed."Fell on the stairs," I told my assistant."Of course, sir," she said, and looked at her screen.At four, I went to Park Avenue.The scan Tatum had texted me two weeks ago had a clinic name across the top: PARK AVENUE WOMEN'S IMAGING, DR. HELEN MARSH. I told myself I wanted to meet the doctor looking after my son. The truth was Tatum's face on Juno's stairs, and how she had stared at my arm instead of at me.The receptionist looked at my lip, then at the printout I held out."I'm sorry, sir. Dr. Marsh retired two years ago.""She hasn't seen a patient here?""Not since I started." She slid the page back. "Is something wrong with the picture?"I thanked her and walked out.Owen was holding the car door. He looked at my face, said nothing, and waited until we were moving."Sir. May I see the scan?"I passed my phone over
Too Late, Mr. Ellison: The Wife Who Built His Empire Chapter 19: She Stays
Juno's POV"They froze us at six forty this morning," Marcus said.It was 7:50 on Friday morning, and he was standing on my stoop with a court order in a plastic sleeve. He had come to Carroll Gardens himself. Marcus Webb, Ronan's head of deals, forty years old, had never once in two years delivered paper by hand."Judge Vance?" I asked."Judge Vance. Ellison Group's complaint says Harbor Point was built on stolen research." He handed me the sleeve. "Until the hearing on Monday the sixteenth, nobody pours concrete and no bank releases a dollar."I read the first page standing in my doorway. Twelve exhibits. Every one of them had Sloane's signature on it."Stolen from who?""Grant. By you." He rubbed his eyes under his glasses. "Ronan wants you on the pier at ten. Wear a coat.""He wants me at the site with the board?""He wants the board to look at you while they decide how they feel." Marcus glanced at the street. "Did he stay last night?""He left at two.""Then why does your window
Too Late, Mr. Ellison: The Wife Who Built His Empire Chapter 18: Clause Eleven
Juno's POV"Say that again," Ronan said.It was a quarter past nine on Thursday night. He set the grocery bag down on the top step. An orange rolled out, dropped one stair, and stopped against Grant's shoe.Grant still had a hand pressed to his cheek. My palm had left a print there, white at the edges and red in the middle. He lowered it and gave Ronan the look he saved for waiters who got his order wrong."I said ask her what she does at three in the morning.""She told you to go.""This is a private conversation, Sayer. Between me and my wife.""Ex-wife," I said.Neither of them turned. I was used to that.Ronan came down the hall at a walk. The old boards creaked under him one at a time, and Grant backed up until his shoulders met the wall beside my door.Grant's eyes dropped to the bag. An onion, a box of pasta, a bottle of red with the price sticker still on."Groceries." He laughed, and it came out wet. "That's sweet. Do you know what you're buying? Did she tell you what she doe
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