All Chapters of ONE WILD NIGHT : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Alex’s POVMonday morning, I couldn’t avoid work anymore.The funeral was over. The visitors were gone. Maya was home with Carmen and Emma, moving through life like a ghost.And Collins-Stone Consulting had forty-seven clients waiting—problems to solve, contracts to fulfill.The business didn’t care that my mother-in-law had died. It didn’t care that my wife was drowning in grief and postpartum depression. It just demanded attention—constant, relentless attention.“Welcome back,” James said when I arrived. His face was sympathetic but professional. “How’s Maya?”“Surviving. Barely.” I sat at my desk, staring at the mountain of emails that had piled up despite Sarah and James handling emergencies. “What do I need to know?”“Three things,” James said. “One—our manufacturing group project is ahead of schedule. Two—Marcus Brennan’s network wants to move forward with that fifty-client deal. Three—we’re at one hundred forty-two thousand in monthly revenue.”One hundred forty-two thousand. T

Alex’s POVMonday morning brought an email that changed everything.I was drinking coffee, reviewing weekend progress reports from James and Sarah, when the notification chimed. The sender name made me pause: Thomas Keller, Keller Manufacturing.Subject: Acquisition InterestAlex,I’ve been watching Collins-Stone Consulting’s growth with great interest over the past several months. Your methodology is exactly what the small business world needs—ethical, effective, scalable. You’re building something special.I’d like to discuss acquiring your company. Initial purchase price: $8 million, plus retention packages for you and all key staff. We’d integrate your methodology into our consulting division while maintaining the Collins-Stone brand.This would provide you with financial security and resources to scale even faster. Let me know if you’re interested in talking.—TomEight million dollars.I read it three times, certain I was misunderstanding. But no—Tom Keller, one of our first maj

Alex’s POVTwo months after Jennifer’s death, the business reached a level I once thought was impossible.“Two hundred fifty-three thousand dollars in monthly revenue,” James announced during our Monday meeting. “That puts us at over three million a year.”The conference room—our real conference room in our real office—buzzed with excitement. We now had ten consultants and a full support team. Real structure. Real growth.“The landscaping association contracts are doing extremely well,” Sarah added, showing her slides. “Ninety-two percent client satisfaction. And the average revenue for member companies went up by thirty-four percent.”I should have felt proud. I should have felt on top of the world. Instead, I felt the weight of responsibility—fifteen employees, more than seventy clients, and millions in revenue. The small startup had become a real company, and that brought a pressure I had never felt before.“What about Vermont?” I asked.“Marcus Brennan is locked in,” James said. “

Alex’s POVThree months after Emma’s birth, the business hit another major milestone.“Three hundred twenty-eight thousand in monthly revenue,” James announced during our morning meeting. “We’re approaching four million annually.”The office was buzzing. Our team had grown to fifteen consultants, and our new space—twice as big as the last one—already felt crowded with desks, computers, and the controlled chaos of rapid growth.“The Vermont network is doing exceptionally well,” Sarah added, pride clear in her voice. “Every manufacturer is seeing growth. Average increase is forty-one percent year over year.”“And the landscaping association?” I asked.“Sixty-three companies enrolled now. Ninety-six percent retention rate. They’re even asking to expand to other states.” James looked up from his notes. “Alex, we have a waiting list of forty-three potential clients. We’re turning away business because we don’t have the capacity.”Success after success. Every metric climbing. Every client s

Alex’s POVThe morning after Maya published everything, our world exploded. My phone rang nonstop from six o’clock, an endless stream of notifications and calls. News outlets, journalists, book publishers, movie producers—everyone wanted our story packaged, analyzed, and broadcast to the world.“CNN wants an interview,” I told Maya over breakfast, scrolling through another hundred messages. “So does The New York Times, Washington Post, ABC, NBC… and about forty more outlets.”“Good,” she said, feeding Emma with calm precision. “The more public we are, the safer we become. What did Walsh say?”“She’s furious we didn’t coordinate with the investigation first. But she admits it worked. We’re too visible now for quiet elimination. Killing us would create more problems than letting us live.”Jake appeared in the doorway, looking pale and worried. “There are reporters outside the gate. At least twenty of them, cameras everywhere. They’ve been here since dawn.”“Let them wait,” Maya said fir