Chapter 6 - THE NAME ON THE COMPANYMy mother sat down.
That scared me more than anything.
Margaret Holloway did not sit during crises.
She managed them.
Controlled them.
Reframed them.
But when Adrian said one of the shell companies belonged to someone in our family, she lowered herself onto the foyer bench like her knees had stopped working.
My father noticed too.
“Margaret?”
She didn't answer.
Adrian looked at her.
His expression shifted.
“You know something.”
“No.”
Too fast.
My father stared.
“What does he mean?”
“I don't know.”
Adrian unlocked his phone.
“Eastbridge Consulting LLC.”
Mother closed her eyes.
My stomach dropped.
I knew the name.
Not from business.
From mail.
Years earlier, I had seen an envelope on my mother's desk addressed to Eastbridge Consulting.
“Mom?”
My voice barely worked.
My father turned toward her.
“What is Eastbridge?”
She opened her eyes.
“A consulting company.”
“Whose?”
Silence.
“Margaret.”
“Mine.”
My father stumbled backward.
Patricia whispered:
“Oh my God.”
Lucas looked completely lost.
“You own a company?”
Mother stood again.
“It isn't what you're implying.”
Adrian didn't raise his voice.
“What does it do?”
“Advisory work.”
“For whom?”
“Different clients.”
“NorthStar Infrastructure?”
No answer.
Robert descended the stairs.
His face had turned almost gray.
“My company paid Eastbridge?”
Adrian nodded.
“Approximately three point one million over four years.”
Robert stared at Margaret.
“For what services?”
She licked her lips.
“Introductions. Strategic advice.”
“You're not in construction.”
“I know people.”
“Which people?”
Silence.
My father stepped closer to his wife.
“Margaret, where did three million dollars come from?”
“Don't interrogate me in front of everyone.”
“I am your husband.”
“Exactly. So behave like one.”
That old tone.
Cold.
Controlling.
For the first time, it didn't work.
My father didn't back down.
“How long have you had this company?”
Mother said nothing.
Patricia suddenly moved toward the door.
“Patricia,” I said.
She stopped.
Mother turned.
“What?”
My aunt looked terrified.
“You should tell them.”
The air changed.
Mother stared at her sister.
“Be quiet.”
“Margaret.”
“I said be quiet.”
Father looked between them.
“Tell us what?”
Patricia swallowed.
“Eastbridge isn't only Margaret's.”
My skin went cold.
“Whose is it?”
Patricia whispered:
“Mine too.”
Chaos erupted.
My father shouted.
Robert swore.
Lucas demanded an explanation.
Adrian remained utterly still beside me.
The company had two owners.
My mother and aunt.
Two women who had spent yesterday afternoon destroying my clothes and laughing at my life.
For years, they had apparently been running something none of us knew about.
And millions of dollars had flowed through it.
“How?” Robert demanded.
Patricia began crying.
Mother glared at her.
“Stop acting pathetic.”
“You said nobody would ever find out.”
“Nothing illegal happened.”
Adrian finally spoke.
“That remains to be seen.”
Mother rounded on him.
“You don't know anything.”
“I know NorthStar paid Eastbridge millions for consulting services that currently have no supporting deliverables in the transaction data room.”
Mother's face tightened.
“You're invading our privacy.”
“No. I'm conducting due diligence on a company I'm acquiring.”
“You had no right—”
“He has every right,” Robert interrupted. “My company is implicated.”
My mother turned toward him.
“Your company benefited too.”
Robert went still.
“What?”
She realized immediately she'd said too much.
Adrian noticed.
“So Kensington received something in return.”
Mother crossed her arms.
“I want a lawyer.”
“That may be wise.”
My father looked physically ill.
“I don't understand.”
Neither did I.
This woman had watched my father carefully save for retirement.
She had criticized me for buying expensive coffee.
She had lectured Lucas about credit cards.
Meanwhile, she'd secretly moved millions through a consulting company.
“How long?” I asked.
Mother ignored me.
I stepped closer.
“How long have you been doing this?”
“Claire, stay out of adult matters.”
I actually laughed.
“I'm thirty-two.”
“You know what I mean.”
“No. I don't anymore.”
She looked toward Adrian.
And suddenly I understood.
For her, I had not become an adult.
I'd become useful.
Because of him.
Yesterday I had been unwanted.
Today my husband controlled a corporate acquisition capable of uncovering her secrets.
The irony was almost perfect.
Lucas sat heavily on the stairs.
“Did any of this money fund me?”
Mother looked at him.
“Don't be ridiculous.”
“College?”
“No.”
“My condo?”
She said nothing.
Lucas stared.
“You paid my down payment.”
“You needed help.”
“With this money?”
“That was my money.”
“From Eastbridge?”
Silence.
Lucas looked sick.
“How much?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes!”
His voice cracked.
“For once, Mom, yes!”
She stared at him.
“I gave you advantages.”
“You told me Dad paid.”
Father turned sharply.
“You said your inheritance covered it.”
Mother snapped:
“It essentially did.”
“How?”
“My money is my inheritance.”
“No, Margaret. Inheritance is money somebody leaves you.”
His voice broke.
“You've been lying to me.”
Mother's composure finally slipped.
“I did what was necessary for this family.”
“No,” I said.
She turned.
“You did what was necessary for Lucas.”
Her face hardened.
“Don't start.”
“You bought his condo.”
“He needed a place to live.”
“You paid his business expenses.”
“He had ambition.”
“You funded everything.”
“He had potential.”
There it was.
I smiled sadly.
“And I didn't?”
She hesitated.
Barely.
But I saw it.
Everyone did.
My father closed his eyes.
“You always landed on your feet,” Mother said.
“I learned to because nobody caught me.”
She looked away.
Something inside Lucas changed.
He stood.
“She's right.”
Mother stared at him.
“What?”
“Claire's right.”
It may have been the first time in our adult lives he'd said those words.
“You did everything for me.”
“Because you're my son.”
“She was your daughter.”
Mother recoiled as though he'd slapped her.
Lucas's face was wet.
“I thought I earned things.”
“Lucas—”
“I thought Dad helped with the condo because he was proud.”
“He was proud.”
“Dad didn't even know!”
My father looked shattered.
Lucas continued.
“You told me Claire was jealous because I was successful.”
Nobody moved.
“But you were paying for my success.”
Mother's mouth trembled.
“I was helping you.”
“No. You made me believe I couldn't fail.”
His voice grew quieter.
“And yesterday I almost married someone while hiding two million dollars of debt because some part of me genuinely believed I could fix everything before consequences arrived.”
He looked at me.
“Because consequences always disappeared.”
Mother shook her head.
“Don't let her turn you against me.”
I flinched.
Even now.
Even here.
Somehow I was responsible.
But Lucas saw it too.
His expression changed.
“She's not doing anything.”
Mother opened her mouth.
A phone rang.
Robert checked his screen.
Then looked at Adrian.
“My CFO.”
He answered.
We watched his face.
“What?”
He listened.
“No. Don't touch anything.”
He ended the call.
His hand shook.
“There's another payment.”
Adrian frowned.
“To Eastbridge?”
“No.”
Robert looked at Mother.
“A company called Marlowe Holdings.”
Adrian's eyes narrowed.
“I've seen that name.”
“Where?”
“In the NorthStar records.”
Robert swallowed.
“Marlowe Holdings received five point three million.”
My father stared at my mother.
“Whose company is that?”
She said nothing.
Patricia began sobbing harder.
I turned toward her.
“Aunt Patricia?”
She covered her mouth.
Mother hissed:
“Don't.”
Patricia looked at me.
Then at my father.
And whispered:
“Marlowe belongs to someone Margaret has been seeing.”
The entire foyer froze.
My father stopped breathing.
Mother's face became pure fury.
“You stupid woman.”
My father whispered:
“Seeing?”
Patricia cried.
“For six years.”
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