Gala tables.
Imported soap.
Even Evelyn’s napkins had to fold correctly.
My mug was plain.
It had a stain.
A chip.
And it worked.
I liked it more every day.
EPILOGUE — I LEFT THE TOWEL WHERE IT WAS
At six in the evening, I was alone in the Sterling Manhattan office kitchen.
The building had quieted.
Most staff were gone.
Cabinet Seven was locked.
Twice.
The final Vance file sat where the retention policy said it belonged.
The divorce order was with counsel.
The ownership register was complete.
The Greenwich estate remained on Sterling’s asset register.
Julian had no remaining access to Sterling-linked accounts.
Victoria’s signed statement remained inside the corporate record.