Chapter 3 — The Open Door

Harlan didn’t decide where he was going.

He just drove fast because of what is bothering him. His mind was still back in that dining room. His grandfather’s voice. Calm and sure. It seemed as though the decision had been made a long time ago, and tonight was just the formal announcement.

He drove until the streets grew quiet and dark. He ended up at a small bar on the far side of town. He had been there twice before. He went inside and sat in the back corner.

He started drinking.

Not the way he usually drank. This was different. He was drinking with a purpose.

After his third drink things felt a little less sharp.

After his fifth, the words started coming out of him on their own.

“I am the only son.” His glass turned slowly between his hands. “The only son. And it meant nothing to them.” He stared at the table. “They gave it to Elena.” He said it bitterly. Like the words had a bad taste.

He didn’t notice the man watching him from across the room.

Near the entrance, a group of men sat around a table.

They were well-dressed and relaxed. The kind of relaxation that comes from having money for a long time. They had been there when Harlan arrived.

Drake Voss was sitting at the center of the group.

He was young. Not much older than Harlan. Slim build. Short dark hair. An expensive suit sitting perfectly on his shoulders.

He had been watching Harlan since he walked in till his mouth start moving.

Then he leaned toward the man beside him.

“Who is that?”

The man looked toward the back corner. “Harlan Carter. William Carter’s son.” A pause. “Elena Carter’s brother.”

Drake looked at Harlan again.

Something changed on his face for a moment. Small and quick.

Elena’s brother.

Two years. Two years of trying to get close to that beautiful woman and getting nothing back but distance and cold politeness. Two years of her looking at him like she had already made up her mind about him and saw no reason to change it. That had never left him. Drake Voss was not a man who accepted being told no. Not by anyone. And not more than once by the same person

He looked at Harlan sitting alone in that corner. Drunk. Hurt. The kind of hurt that makes a person willing to do things they normally wouldn’t.

“Find out what happened tonight,” he said to the man beside him.

Two of his men walked across the bar and went to Harlan’s table. They told him the young master of the Voss family would like to speak with him.

Harlan looked up at them slowly. His eyes were not fully focused.

“Not interested,” he said. He turned back to his glass.

They came back without him.

But they had found out enough. Harlan had not been hiding anything. He had been saying everything out loud. The dinner. The announcement. His grandfather chose his sister while the only son sat there as if he didn’t exist. All of it was said freely into one glass after another.

Drake listened to everything his men told him without moving. He was quiet for a moment. Then he set his glass down.

He stood up.

He walked across the bar himself.

No announcement. No hurry. He just walked over and pulled out the chair across from Harlan without asking. He sat down like someone who had been expected.

Harlan looked up. “I don’t know you.”

“Not yet,” Drake said.

He didn’t smile. He didn’t rush. He just sat there and said nothing for a moment. He was completely still and completely comfortable with the silence.

That was the first thing about him that felt off.

“I heard what happened tonight,” he said finally. His voice was quiet and even. “I’m not here to feel sorry for you. I don’t think that’s what you want.” He paused. “But I think what happened to you tonight was not fair. And I happen to be in a position to do something about it.”

Harlan said nothing.

But he didn’t look away either.

“What if I told you I could help you take back what should have been yours,” Drake said. “The position. The seat at the table. Everything you were supposed to have.”

Harlan went still.

“Are you surprised that I know?” Drake said. “Or surprised that I said I could help you?”

Harlan didn’t answer. He just looked away for a moment. Then he went quiet in a different way. Not the quiet of someone who wasn’t interested. The quiet of someone who has been stuck in a dark place for a long time and just heard something that sounded like a way out.

“What do you mean,” he said finally.

Drake leaned forward slightly.

“Help me with one thing,” he said. “Just one. And I will put you exactly where you were always supposed to be.”

Harlan looked at this man, whom he had never met before tonight. A stranger who had walked across a bar and sat down without being invited and said the one thing nobody else had said to him all evening.

. Not sit down. Not she is the eldest.

Just — I can help you.

Harlan wanted to ask more questions. He wanted to know how exactly this stranger thought he could help him

He just let it go.

“Alright. What is the one thing,” he said.

Drake looked at him. “You’re sure.”

“I said alright.” Harlan set the glass down.

Drake told him.

He explained it briefly and practically. He had clearly already worked out every detail in his own head. There was a contract. The most important document Carter Group had ever secured. A five-billion-dollar partnership called Meridian.

Harlan's eyes went open. All Drake needed was Someone who knew where things were kept. Someone the security would not question.

Harlan listened without interrupting. His jaw got tight once near the end but he didn’t speak until Drake finished.

Then he nodded.

Drake reached into his jacket and slid a folded piece of paper across the table. Harlan opened it. It had a document description on it. A name. A number. Enough information to find it and recognize it without any confusion.

“That is all I need from you,” Drake said simply. “The rest you already know better than anyone.”

Harlan folded the paper and put it in his pocket.

“Consider it done,” he said.

Drake leaned back in his chair. He picked up his glass and looked forward. Not at anything in the bar. At something in his own head. Something he could see clearly even if nobody else could.

A small smile came onto his face. Quiet. Slow.

He lifted his glass without looking at Harlan.

“Elena.” He said “Since you see me as not worthy of you, don’t blame me for what I’m about to do to you and your family. Even if the almighty War God himself came to San Francisco, he wouldn’t be able to save you.”

He said nothing out loud. He just smiled.

Harlan picked up his glass.

They touched glasses.

No words. No ceremony. Just two men who had just agreed. For very different reasons.

Harlan walked outside and got in his car.

He sat there without starting the engine for a moment.

Something was sitting in his chest that he hadn’t expected to feel. It wasn’t guilt. Not exactly. It was just a quiet heaviness. He pushed it down before it could grow into something he would have to deal with. He told himself this was the right thing. Elena had taken something that belonged to him. He was just taking it back.

He started the car.

And drove.

The heaviness stayed with him.

But there was no coming back from what he had just agreed to.