"You've known me long enough."
She was still holding his tie - she'd kept it after loosening the knot and never given it back, which he'd noticed and hadn't mentioned. She stood up. Stepped out into the street. Turned around.
She threw the tie in through the open window.
He caught it.
He threw it back at her face.
She was still catching it with both hands when he rolled up the window and the driver pulled away on the green.
He glanced in the side mirror. She was standing in a Manhattan intersection in a red dress, hands full of his tie, while traffic sorted itself patiently around her.
She was fine. She was always fine.
He faced front. For the first time since two o'clock that afternoon, his headache finally began to lift.
Victoria was in Beaumont Group's lobby at nine-fifteen the next morning.
Adelaide came off the elevator and saw her through the glass, and took three seconds to read the full picture.
The cream blazer: same cut as one Adelaide had worn to three separate events last spring - a design she'd loved enough to repeat, the kind of piece that photographed well from every angle. She'd had the dry cleaner's ticket in her desk drawer as recently as last month. The soft waves: almost exactly how Adelaide's own hair moved on a dry morning when she didn't fight it. The pearl drops: she recognized them from a WSJ Magazine spread eight months ago. She'd liked that shoot. She'd kept the issue.
Something went cold and clear inside her chest.
She's not here to negotiate with me, Adelaide thought. She's here to become me.
"I appreciate you seeing me," Victoria said in Adelaide's office, hands folded in her lap, composure intact.
Adelaide sat down and studied her for a moment. "I'm not offering coffee. I don't think you're staying long." She kept her voice easy. "What do you want?"
Victoria didn't flinch at the bluntness. Adelaide noted this - she had more respect for people who didn't flinch. "My father has significant influence over three of Beaumont Group's current lending relationships. I know the shape of your financial position right now. I'm assuming you do too."
Adelaide held her face quiet. Her chest had tightened, but she didn't let it show.
"I'm proposing something simple," Victoria said. Her voice was professional, almost warm - the voice of someone who had done this before. "You step back from Alexander Voss. Publicly, visibly, for a minimum of three months. In exchange, I speak to my father. The pressure on Beaumont Group stops."
Adelaide let two beats of silence go by.
She thought about the number her CFO had written on a legal pad two weeks ago, in careful block print, and pushed across the conference table without reading it aloud. She thought about sitting with it for a moment before she nodded. She thought about waking up at five a.m. three days in a row since then, just lying there with it sitting in the center of her chest.