Nathan’s POVI had been staring at that letter for three days before she walked into my office and ruined my shirt.My father’s lawyer found it while going through the old family files, tucked behind a box of photographs nobody had touched since my parents died. It was written in my grandfather’s handwriting, dated forty years ago, addressed to a man named Walter Hartman.I read it so many times I had it memorized.Should a Cross ever need a Hartman, a Hartman will answer, and should a Hartman ever need a Cross, a Cross will answer. This I swear on my name and my company.Underneath it, in a different pen, someone had written one more line. If the debt is ever called, let it be paid in full, whatever the cost.I did not believe in old family promises. I believed in numbers, in contracts, in things that could be proven. But three days ago my father’s will had been read aloud in a boardroom full of people who wanted to see me fail, and it had said something I still could not fully accep
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