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Chapter 23: The Red Coat
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2026-10-27 22:48:01
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Juno's POV"Let me take you home," Ronan said through the bathroom door.I rinsed my mouth one more time and opened it. He was standing right outside with the tea he had made."You're shaking," he said."It was the chicken.""Then I'm never cooking again." He put his coat around my shoulders.He drove me home himself and didn't once ask why I'd been sick. At my door he looked past me at the bedroom window."Friday," he said. "I'll put a real lock on that window on Friday. Don't open it before then.""I won't.""And tomorrow, eat something I didn't cook."Then he kissed my forehead, which he had never done before, and went down the stairs. I didn't go to bed.Long after midnight, I was still awake at my kitchen table. I didn't know it yet, but a man with a blade was already on the fire escape outside my bedroom.I was reading Sloane's sworn statement for Monday's court hearing. In it, she swore that I had stolen Grant's files. But I kept thinking about Ronan on his roof. I had written
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Juno's POVDee: My night guard says somebody sat outside my office last night with a camera on the door. And Grant Ellison was parked across the street in the back of his own car. What is going on with these people?Dee's text was waiting on my phone when I woke up on Wednesday.Grant didn't sit outside people's offices. He sent Owen. If he'd gone himself, something had scared him.An hour later, Ronan texted me too.Ronan: Dinner tonight. Red Hook. Wear something warm.The address was an old warehouse he owned and had only half fixed up. There was no real elevator, only a freight lift with a metal cage for a door. That evening he rode it up four floors behind me with one hand on the gate, and it was loud and shaky the whole way up."It's safe," Ronan said."It's a cage.""It's a safe cage." He pulled the gate open. "Come and see my roof. It's the only part of this building I've finished."The roof was bare concrete with a low brick wall around the edge. Work lights hung along the wal
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
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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
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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
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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
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