“Julian thought you would destroy us.”
“I chose not to.”
“Why?”
I stood.
“Because your choices belong to you.”
At the door, she turned.
“One more account record.”
Arthur looked up.
“This one has your name on it.”
I held out my hand.
“What account?”
“The one Julian told me never to mention.”
She gave me the envelope.
I did not open it there.
Arthur did not either.
Not every sealed envelope needed to become a dramatic reveal at the first possible second.
We had learned that too.
PART 6 — WHAT BELONGED TO STERLING
The ownership register was less dramatic than the gala.
Thick paper.