LOGINANNA'S POV "His signature is on it directly," Grace said, her voice tight with the particular excitement of a woman who'd spent thirty years waiting for exactly this kind of find. "Not his firm's. His. A loan agreement from six years ago, structured almost identically to what he did to Jonathan's father, extended to a smaller manufacturing company outside Chicago, with a proxy clause buried in nearly the same language. The company folded within two years. Whitmore's fund acquired its assets for a fraction of their actual value." "How did you even find it," I asked, still catching up to the pace of what she was telling me. "An old colleague owed me a favor," she said. "It took some calling in of markers I'd rather not have spent yet, but Anna, this is exactly the kind of proof that turns a suspicion into a story a serious journalist can actually run." "Three instances," I said, my pulse quickening as the shape of it finally locked into place. "Isabela's retainer with Diane, your fa
JONATHAN'S POV Harold arrived within the hour, and Anna met him at the door with the legal pad she'd carried through half this fight already, waving him toward the dining table instead of the study, a small, deliberate choice I noticed and appreciated, a fresh room for a fresh approach. I watched them settle into their seats, both of them already reaching for pens before either had said a word, and thought, not for the first time this week, how strange it was that the two people I trusted most to help me save this company were a lifelong attorney who'd known me since I was twenty two, and a wife who'd spent this same year learning, piece by painful piece, that her own instincts were worth trusting after all. "Seven days," Harold said, settling in across from us, laptop open, spreadsheet already pulled up. "Six votes for Whitmore, three for us if Sarah and Thomas both come around, which after this morning's article, I'd call optimistic rather than likely. We need to flip at least tw
ANNA'S POVI sat on the edge of the bed for a long time after I left him downstairs, my hands resting on the curve of my stomach, waiting for the anger to burn itself out enough that I could think clearly again. It didn't take as long as I expected. Underneath the anger, I found, was mostly exhaustion, the particular kind that comes from loving someone who keeps circling back to the same wound no matter how many times you've already shown him the way out of it.I thought about walking back downstairs myself, forcing the conversation before either of us had time to retreat into separate corners the way we might have months ago. I decided against it. Some part of me understood that this particular repair needed to come from him finding his own way to it, rather than me chasing him into honesty the way I sometimes still caught myself doing, managing his growth as carefully as he'd once tried to manage my exposure to difficulty.Jonathan knocked on the doorframe maybe twenty minutes later
JONATHAN'S POV I didn't sleep. I lay beside Anna for most of the night, listening to her breathing even out into something like rest, and spent the hours turning the same thought over and over until it had worn a groove I couldn't climb out of anymore. At some point past two in the morning I got up and stood at the nursery door, looking in at the half painted yellow walls, the small stack of paint chips still sitting where Anna had left them days earlier, and felt the particular helplessness of a man who had spent his entire adult life solving problems with money and leverage and careful negotiation, standing in front of a threat none of those tools seemed able to touch. I remembered the flutter of movement I'd felt beneath both our hands in this same room, and thought, with a kind of quiet dread I hadn't let myself feel until that exact moment, about everything this child was going to inherit from a family that seemed incapable of protecting itself from its own history. Everyone w
JONATHAN'S POV "She's not undecided," Harold said, his voice grim. "She's fully aligned with Whitmore now. That puts him at six votes out of nine, Jonathan. Even if Sarah and Thomas both come our way, we lose. He doesn't need them anymore." I set my phone down on the counter and sat there for a moment, letting the number settle into something I could actually process. Six votes. An outright majority regardless of anything Anna and I found in the next eight days, unless we could somehow flip a vote that had already been cast in Whitmore's favor, not simply win over the ones still sitting on the fence. "Why did she switch," I asked. "Diane's known this family longer than I've been alive. What could Whitmore possibly have on her?" "I made some calls," Harold said. "It's not pretty. Her son's company took a significant loan from one of Whitmore's subsidiary funds two years ago, structured through a shell entity that made the connection almost impossible to trace unless you already kne
JONATHAN'S POV Nine days became a number I measured everything against, the way a countdown clock changes the shape of every hour beneath it. Harold arrived at the house the morning after the call, laptop already open before he'd even taken off his coat, and Anna set a pot of coffee brewing without either of us having to ask, the three of us settling into the kind of grim, focused rhythm I remembered from the earliest, leanest years of building the company from nothing. "Let's start with the numbers as they stand," Harold said, pulling up a spreadsheet on the screen. "Nine board members total. Whitmore has secured four firm votes, Elaine Cho, Robert Diaz, Peter Langley, and your father's proxy, which counts as a fifth regardless of what your father himself would prefer if the clause weren't binding. That's five out of nine. He wins outright." "What about the other four," Anna asked, leaning forward, her legal pad already out. "Two are solidly with us," Harold said. "Myself and Dia
JONATHAN'S POVMy lips curved in a smile as I glanced at the pretty young lady before me. Hell, those hips were great. I wanted to tell her so, but I knew better than that. Women tend to take compliments into their heads. With a courtesy nod, I shrugged past her and walked into the house. I sat
"Anna, are you okay?" My mom asked carefully."Are you trying to force me to get married to someone?" I asked pained by their words. "Yes!" They both chorused.God, the shamelessness of my parents. "Mom, Dad, I just returned from school yesterday. Heck, I am supposed to be having some respite her
I woke up with a start as the alarm clock beside me blared out its harsh sound. With an annoyed grimace, I stabbed hard on the alarm clock and silenced it."How the fuck do you still work?" I asked confused as I stared at the old alarm clock I had used as a kid."God damnit." I cursed again when it
ANNA'S POV"Mom, Dad I am home!" I announced as I took the stairs two at a time. In no time, I arrived at the top of the stairs leading to my parent's room."Mom Dad!" I called out again feeling so excited to be meeting my parents after almost six months. There was so much excitement in me that I







