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Heir to SkyfallChapter 31 — The Other SonHis name was Grant Holloway.Forty-one years old. Attorney. Quiet professional record, no criminal history, no public profile to speak of. He lived in a brownstone in the north of the city and had, by all appearances, been living a completely ordinary life. His mother was Elena Santa. His biological father, according to the clause Elena had buried in the original marriage contract, was recorded as Alexander Voss — conception dated to a window that placed it inside the technical boundaries of the marriage period.Salvador had the full picture in seventy-two hours. He laid it out on the kitchen table the same way he laid out everything — clean, sourced, without editorializing."He's legitimate in the documentary sense," Salvador said. "The clause exists, it was executed by attorneys on both sides at the time of the original agreement, and it was never challenged because Alexander's team didn't know it was in the contract. It was buried in a sub

Heir to SkyfallChapter 33 — FoundationJuly moved fast and purposeful.The Mercer integration was ahead of schedule. The Lundgren joint venture had cleared its second review and was moving to formal documentation. The board had settled into a rhythm with Lydia that felt less provisional and more structural — she was no longer being tested against Alexander's ghost; she was being evaluated on her own terms, which was harder in some ways and cleaner in others.She had begun a small thing that nobody knew about except Salvador and Brooke: a monthly meeting with the leads of Skyfall's three housing initiatives, in the field rather than the Tower, walking through the actual sites rather than reviewing reports. An afternoon a month, no cameras, no comms team, just her and the people doing the work and the concrete reality of what the company's resources were producing on the ground.Alexander had done this. She'd found it in his calendar archives, a recurring block that said only field wit

Heir to SkyfallChapter 35 — Morning After MorningThere was a version of the story that only existed in early mornings.Not the company, not Victor, not the legal proceedings that still ground slowly through the courts. Just the two of them, before the day assembled itself into all its requirements. The light at six-thirty coming through the east-facing window of the estate bedroom. The sound of the grounds below — a bird, the distant machinery of a world that hadn't quite started yet. His warmth beside her, the weight of his arm, the specific quiet of a person who was awake but had decided the morning could wait.She'd started noticing these mornings the way you notice something you're afraid of losing. Cataloguing them without meaning to. The way he always woke before her but stayed still until she moved. The coffee he made before she asked. The particular way he'd read something at the kitchen table and look up when she came in, his whole face shifting.She told him this one morni

Heir to SkyfallChapter 37 — Breathing RoomSeptember arrived quietly.The legal proceedings were in the hands of professionals now — her lawyers, the investigators, the courts — and there was nothing more she could do to accelerate any of it. That took adjustment. She'd been operating in crisis mode for so long that the first week without an immediate fire felt almost disorienting, like a long flight finally landing and not yet knowing how to walk at a normal pace.She went to the east corridor housing site on a Tuesday and stayed three hours. She walked the finished units — real rooms now, not frames, paint on the walls, light coming through windows that had been empty frames six months ago. A project manager named Janelle walked her through the build timeline with justifiable pride. Lydia asked questions and meant them and came back to the car with dirty shoes and a clear sense of what the company's next three years needed to look like in this program.She ate lunch on the hood of

Heir to SkyfallChapter 39 — What We're BuildingThey told Brooke first.Not because she was the obvious choice — that would have been Margaret, or the doctor — but because Brooke was the person who had been there from the very beginning. The wet white dress on Valentine's night. The tequila shots. Every version of Lydia that had existed before Salvador and the estate and the empire and all of it. She deserved to be first.Brooke cried immediately, loudly, and without embarrassment, which was how Brooke experienced most good news. She hugged Lydia for a long time and then held her at arm's length and looked at her face and said, "You look different. You look like someone who has exactly what they're supposed to have.""I think I do," Lydia said.Brooke turned to Salvador with the specific expression she reserved for people who had earned her full approval, which was a short list. "You'd better be everything she thinks you are," she said."I'm working on it," he said."Good answer," Br