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OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Forty-Three:
Three things happen on a Tuesday in November that have nothing to do with each other and everything to do with each other.The first is that Harriet calls at eight in the morning to tell me the operational fund separation has been approved by the foundation's legal team and can be executed immediately. The second is that Alexander's father calls Alexander at eight forty-five, and the conversation lasts forty minutes, and when Alexander comes back to the kitchen, his face is doing the thing it does when something has moved him and he does not yet have a category for it. The third is that a package arrives by courier at eleven with a Chicago postmark and my name on it in handwriting I recognize immediately.My father's handwriting. I set it on the kitchen counter and look at it for a while. Alexander is back in his study. The apartment is quiet. The package is small. Book-sized. Wrapped in brown paper and tied with actual string, which is such a specific my-father thing that it makes my
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Forty-Three:
The poet's name is Edmund Charles.I find this out when I write to him, and he writes back the same evening, formally, with the specific courtesy of someone who considers correspondence a matter of care. He thanks me for responding personally. He says he did not expect it. He says he almost did not send the inquiry at all.“I am seventy-one years old,” he writes. “I have been telling myself for forty years that the poems were not ready. That I needed more time. More distance. More of something I could never quite name. I read what you wrote about your mother, and I understood for the first time that I was not waiting for the poems to be ready. I was waiting for permission. I did not know that until this morning.”I read this three times. Then I go find Alexander. He is in the study. On a call. He sees my face through the glass and wraps up the call in under a minute, which is a thing he does now without appearing to do it, the specific seamlessness of a man who has learned to make spa
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Forty-Two:
The letter goes out on a Friday morning.Not through a press release. Not through the Kane Global communications infrastructure. Sophia posts it directly to the foundation's website and links it from a simple email to everyone who has ever contacted the foundation. No announcement. No media strategy. No Marcus.He calls me at nine seventeen. "Did you know about this?""Yes."A pause. "Alexander.""It is fine, Marcus.""The board." "Will read it and understand that the foundation just became something people care about." I watch Sophia across the kitchen, on her second cup of coffee, checking her phone with the careful attention of someone who has released something into the world and is now waiting to see what the world does with it. "Trust me on this one."Marcus is quiet for a moment. "My daughter would have liked her," he says. Then he hangs up.I stand there for a second with that. Marcus has worked for me for nine years. I have met his daughter once, at a company event three year
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Forty-One:
The restructuring meeting is on a Wednesday.Marcus brings three people from the legal team and a woman named Harriet Cole, who runs endowment strategy for two of the largest private foundations in the country. She is sixty, small, and looks at spreadsheets the way Sophia looks at blank paper. Like they are telling her something nobody else in the room can hear yet.Sophia sits at the head of the conference table.I did not suggest this. I arrived at the room first and took the chair to the left of center, and when Sophia came in, she paused for half a second, read the room, and sat at the head without being asked. Harriet noticed. I noticed Harriet noticing."Walk me through what you are envisioning," Harriet says. She has a legal pad, but she has not opened it yet. She is looking at Sophia.Sophia has a folder. She made it herself, I know, because the tabs are labeled in her handwriting and the paper inside is a mix of printed documents and pages torn from a notebook with charcoal s
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Forty:
The article publishes on a Monday.I know it is live before Sophia does because Marcus sends me the link at six twelve in the morning with a single line beneath it: “Clean. Accurate. Read it before she does.”I read it standing at the kitchen counter in the gray early light. Nadia gave it the full treatment. Not a sidebar. Not a response piece buried in the business section. The front page of the Times' weekend magazine was pushed to digital Monday morning for maximum reach. The headline is simple.Her Name Was Claire.I read it twice. Then I put my phone face down on the counter and make coffee and think about what it is going to feel like when Sophia reads her own life rendered in someone else's sentences, even honest ones. Even careful ones. There is something specific about seeing yourself in print that has nothing to do with accuracy. It is the permanence of it. The fact that it exists now outside of you and cannot be taken back.She comes downstairs at seven. Hair loose. My shir
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Thirty-Nine:
She decides at nine forty-three.I know because I am in the study going through Marcus's revised legal response when I hear her come down the stairs. Not hurried. Not hesitant. The specific footfall of someone who has finished thinking and is now moving.She appears in the doorway. Still in the clothes she wore to lunch. Hair still undone from the wind on the terrace."Call Nadia Reeves," she says.I look up from the documents. "Tonight?""Leave a message if she does not pick up. I want it done before I change my mind."I reach for my phone. Sophia does not move from the doorway. She stands there while I dial, watching me the way she watches things she needs to confirm are real. Nadia picks up on the third ring, which surprises me. It is nearly ten."Kane," she says. Not a question. Journalists who cover finance keep late hours and irregular instincts. "I wondered when you would call.""Sophia Bennett wants to sit down with you. Her story. Her terms. One condition.""What condition?"
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Five:
The cedar and sharp, expensive cologne that has become one of the most familiar things about this penthouse hits her first when she walks into the living room. Tom Ford Oud Wood. He is standing at the floor-to-ceiling windows with his back to her, looking out at the city. When he turns and sees the
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Seven:
"Whoever is doing this has been inside my company for longer than three weeks. I need to know who it is before they know I am looking."Alexander is on a call at six in the morning, standing at the window of his office with the city still grey below him. Marcus Reeves is on the other end. Head of i
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter Two:
The penthouse is silent. I stand in the entrance hall with my suitcase at my feet and Alexander three steps behind me, and I try to catalogue what I am seeing. Floor-to-ceiling windows. Grey walls. Charcoal furniture. Everything clean and expensive and impersonal except for a single photograph on t
OWNED BY MY EX'S GODFATHER Chapter One:
"Miss Bennett," he says. "Mr. Kane is waiting for confirmation."I look at the contract. One year. Total compliance. My body, my time, my obedience written out in clean legal language that makes it sound reasonable. The clock on Alexander Kane's kitchen wall reads 2:17 a.m., and I have been sitting
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