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“Including Alder Ridge.”
“And Clara?”
Olivia looked at me with a confusion that was almost insulting in its sincerity.
“How did she get involved?”
I answered because I was tired of being discussed as though I were a hidden mechanism.
“Northline was brought in after Easton to build independent compliance controls.”
“You worked for Richard?”
“No.”
“For the lenders?”
“Sometimes.”
“Sometimes?”
“We advised multiple parties under separate scopes.”
“That sounds impossible.”
“It was heavily conflict-managed.”
She shook her head.
“I don’t understand any of this.”
“That makes two of us,” my father said from behind me.
I turned.
He had changed into black catering trousers that were two inches too short and a white kitchen jacket buttoned crookedly over his shirt.
My mother came beside him wearing a hotel robe beneath one of Rachel’s long coats.
Her damp hair had been combed back.
“Where did you get those?” I asked.
Dad looked down at himself.
“Nice kid named Luis.”
“He’s a prep cook,” Mom said.
“He said your father could borrow them.”
Dad tugged at the waistband.
“He is built like a fence post.”
My mother looked at Olivia.
The small human softness in the moment disappeared.
Olivia looked back at her and then away.
No apology came.
I had not expected one.
Still, disappointment arrived.
My mother noticed.
She always noticed.
“Clara,” she said quietly.
“I’m okay.”
I nodded.
She was giving me permission not to wait for decency.
I turned back to Mercer.
“What happens if we treat the submission as compromised?”
“We already do.”
“The transfer?”
“Suspended pending verification.”
“And Alder Ridge?”
Daniel Cho had finally approached from the courtyard.
He stopped a respectful distance away.
“The lenders will not release Monday’s capital under the current structure.”
Ethan looked at him.
“That would trigger defaults.”
“Not automatically.”
“It could.”
“Yes.”
“How many?”
“Depends on what Sterling Development does next.”
Leonard exhaled.
“How much liquidity do we have without the draw?”
Ethan answered.
“Enough.”
Leonard looked at him.
“How much?”
“Enough to bridge.”
“For how long?”
Ethan’s silence returned.
Leonard’s face darkened.
“You don’t know.”
“I know the company.”
“That wasn’t the question.”
Olivia said, “There are reserves.”
Ethan looked at her.
“Not the way you think.”
She stared at him.
“What does that mean?”
He did not answer.
I felt a coldness that had nothing to do with the evening air.
“Ethan.”
He looked at me.
“What did Richard use?”
His face tightened.
“Don’t.”
“Use for what?”
“Clara.”
“What did he use to cover the project overruns?”
Leonard stepped forward.
“Overruns?”
Ethan looked toward the house as though hoping his father might somehow return and relieve him of speech.
“He moved cash.”
“From where?”
“Operating.”
“How much?”
“I don’t know exactly.”
Leonard swore.
Daniel Cho took out his phone.
Priya immediately said, “Do not send anything yet.”
He paused.
She continued.
“We have allegations, not verified figures.”
He nodded and lowered the phone.
It was a small thing, but it reminded me that panic could destroy as efficiently as fraud.
“Ethan,” I said, “how much did you know?”
He looked at me with exhausted anger.
“Enough to know the company was under pressure.”
“And you didn’t tell me.”
“You were reviewing us.”
“I was marrying you.”
“That’s exactly why.”
The answer struck somewhere deeper than the forged page.
He saw it.
I did not let him retreat.
“Say the rest.”
He shook his head.
“No.”
“Say it.”
“You couldn’t be both things.”
“Both what?”
“My fiancée and the person whose firm could kill a transaction.”
“So you chose for me.”
“I protected us.”
I laughed.
There was no humor in it.
“From what?”
“From this.”
He gestured toward Mercer, Priya, Leonard, the lenders, the abandoned champagne glasses, the terrace full of guests.
“From turning everything into business.”
“My mother is upstairs wearing a robe because yours shoved her into a pool.”
“That has nothing to do with Alder Ridge.”
“It has everything to do with it.”
“How?”
“Because when something threatens you, your first instinct is to protect the structure.”
His mouth tightened.
“That’s not fair.”
“You protected your mother after she assaulted my parents.”
“I was trying to calm things down.”
“You protected your father’s secrets.”
“I was trying to keep the company alive.”
“You protected yourself when I asked who altered my authorization.”
“I didn’t alter it.”
“That isn’t what I said.”
He looked away.
My father stood behind me without interrupting.
That required more restraint from him than anything he had done all afternoon.
Ethan said, “People work there, Clara.”
“I know.”
“Families depend on those jobs.”
“I know.”
“If Alder Ridge collapses, people who had nothing to do with this get hurt.”
“I know.”
“Then stop acting like freezing everything is morally clean.”
That landed.
Because he was right about one thing.
It was not clean.
My call had felt clean for perhaps thirty seconds.
Freeze the transfers.
Notify the lenders.
Release the package.
Action had given me relief because action was easier than uncertainty.
But companies were not chessboards.
Payroll belonged to people.
Subcontractors had invoices.
A suspended project could mean a crew sent home on Tuesday morning.
My anger did not make those consequences imaginary.
Mercer watched me carefully.
He knew what had changed.
“Can the verified package be held?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Until when?”
“Your midnight instruction was discretionary.”
Priya looked at me.
“I recommend we do not release publicly.”
Ethan gave a sharp breath.
“Finally.”
She turned to him.
“I said publicly.”
His relief vanished.
“We preserve it under counsel and provide necessary material directly to the lenders and independent board members.”
Leonard nodded.
“That gives us a chance to stabilize.”
Daniel Cho said, “It gives you a chance to explain.”
“Fair distinction.”
Olivia looked at me.
“You can stop this?”
“No.”
“But you just—”
“I can stop making it worse before we know what’s true.”
“Then do it.”
The command in her voice returned automatically.
My mother shifted beside Dad.
May you like
I looked at Olivia.
She seemed to understand her mistake a second too late.
