Vested Interest

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CHAPTER 10: PUBLIC KNOWLEDGE

The audit's final report went before the full board three weeks later, Sloane presenting her comprehensive findings with the same careful professionalism that had defined the entire engagement, though the personal stakes had grown considerably since her first nervous morning in the marble lobby.

She'd expected the presentation itself to be straightforward, the embezzlement findings already processed and resolved, the remaining documentation simply confirming the company's overall financial health beyond Gerald's isolated misconduct. What she hadn't expected was the pointed question from board member Richard Hollis near the meeting's conclusion.

"Ms. Kereti, before we close, I'd like to address something outside the scope of your formal report," Richard said, his tone carrying deliberate weight. "There have been rumors circulating about a personal relationship between yourself and our CEO. I think the board deserves clarity on whether that relationship existed during the audit period, and whether it compromised the objectivity of your findings."

The room's attention shifted entirely toward Sloane, and she felt her pulse quicken despite her determination to remain professionally composed.

"I appreciate the directness of the question," she said, meeting Richard's gaze steadily. "Mr. Voss and I did have a personal encounter prior to the audit's commencement, one neither of us anticipated given the circumstances of how we met. Once I became aware of the connection, I immediately established clear professional boundaries with Mr. Voss, documented in writing, ensuring no direct communication occurred outside formal channels for the duration of the substantive audit work."

"And the embezzlement findings?" Richard pressed. "Can you assure this board those findings weren't influenced by personal considerations?"

"The embezzlement findings are supported by extensive documentation that any qualified forensic accountant could independently verify," Sloane said, her voice steady despite the scrutiny. "I'd welcome additional independent review if the board has concerns about the integrity of my findings. The evidence speaks for itself regardless of my personal circumstances."

Adrian spoke up from his position at the head of the table, his own composure remarkable given the pointed personal nature of the questioning. "I can confirm Ms. Kereti's account. I initiated no communication with her outside documented, professional channels once I understood the situation. Any relationship between us developed strictly outside the scope of her professional obligations to this company, and I'm prepared to provide whatever documentation the board requires to confirm that separation was maintained throughout."

Richard studied them both for a long moment, something calculating in his expression before he finally nodded, apparently satisfied, or at least unable to identify further grounds for challenge. "Thank you both for the clarity. I don't believe further discussion is necessary, provided the documentation supports what you've described."

The meeting concluded shortly after, the board formally accepting Sloane's audit findings and authorizing the recommended policy changes to prevent similar future misconduct. Sloane gathered her materials with hands that had finally stopped trembling from the unexpected confrontation, grateful the ordeal had concluded without lasting professional damage.

Adrian caught up with her in the hallway outside, his expression carrying visible concern. "Are you alright? I'm sorry you had to field that question so publicly."

"I'm fine," Sloane said, though the adrenaline of the confrontation still hummed beneath her composed exterior. "Honestly, I'm relieved it happened. Better to address it directly than have it linger as unresolved gossip and speculation."

"How did they find out?" Adrian asked, frustration evident in his tone. "We've been so careful."

"Careful enough for the professional boundaries to hold up under scrutiny," Sloane pointed out. "But we've also been photographed together at restaurants, and Elise isn't exactly subtle about her excitement regarding impending aunthood. I think this was probably inevitable, regardless of how carefully we managed the actual audit period."

Adrian sighed, running a hand through his hair with visible exhaustion. "I suppose you're right. I'd hoped to control the timeline of when this became public knowledge, particularly given how it might affect your professional reputation."

"My professional reputation survived a board member directly questioning my integrity in a formal meeting," Sloane said, something wry entering her tone. "I think it can survive the fact that people know we're together."

"Together," Adrian repeated, something warm entering his voice despite the day's earlier tension. "I like hearing you use that word so plainly."

"Get used to it," Sloane said, allowing herself a small smile despite the exhausting morning. "I don't intend to keep hiding this, Adrian. Whatever complicated beginning brought us here, I'm not ashamed of where we've ended up."

They walked together toward the elevator, the earlier tension of the board meeting gradually giving way to comfortable ease between them.

"I should tell you something," Adrian said as they waited for the elevator doors. "I've been thinking about making this more official. Not simply confirmed by circumstance and board room questioning, but properly announced, on our own terms rather than reactive to rumor and speculation."

"What did you have in mind?" Sloane asked, curious despite her exhaustion.

"A small dinner, with our families properly gathered, where we can share the news of the pregnancy and our relationship on our own timeline rather than continuing to manage other people's assumptions and questions," Adrian said. "I'd like Elise there, obviously, and I'd like to finally properly meet your sister, given how much you've told me about her."

"I think that sounds wonderful," Sloane said, warmth spreading through her chest at the thoughtful gesture. "Though I should warn you, my sister has considerable opinions about Marcus that she's been dying to share with anyone who'll listen. Prepare yourself for some pointed comparisons."

"I welcome the comparison," Adrian said confidently. "I intend to demonstrate, repeatedly and consistently, exactly how different I am from the standard your ex-husband set."

The elevator arrived, and they stepped inside together, Sloane leaning into his side as the doors closed, exhaustion from the morning's confrontation finally giving way to genuine contentment.

"Thank you for defending me in there," she said quietly. "Richard's questioning could have gone considerably worse without your support."

"You didn't need my defense," Adrian said, pressing a gentle kiss to her hair. "You handled that entirely on your own, with more grace than Richard deserved. I simply confirmed what you'd already established."

"Regardless, I appreciated it," Sloane said, and meant it completely, understanding that whatever public scrutiny their relationship continued to face, she was navigating it with a partner who showed up consistently, exactly when it mattered most.

The dinner Adrian proposed took shape over the following two weeks, careful coordination between busy schedules and Elise's enthusiastic insistence on handling the flower arrangements herself. Sloane's sister, Renata, flew in from Chicago for the occasion, arriving with the particular protective skepticism of an older sibling who'd watched Sloane suffer through years of Marcus's quiet cruelty.

"So this is the CEO," Renata said, studying Adrian with frank, appraising attention the moment introductions concluded, entirely unconcerned with subtlety. "Sloane tells me you've been considerably better behaved than her last husband. The bar is admittedly low, but I appreciate you clearing it."

"I intend to keep clearing it," Adrian said, meeting her scrutiny with steady good humor rather than defensive discomfort, which seemed to earn him immediate, grudging respect. "Sloane's told me about you too. I understand you're the one who talked her through leaving Marcus in the first place."

"Someone had to," Renata said, though her sharp expression softened slightly at the acknowledgment. "She deserved better than what she was settling for. I'm cautiously optimistic you might actually be it."

"Cautiously optimistic is more than I expected from you this early," Sloane said, laughing at her sister's characteristic bluntness.

"I contain multitudes," Renata said, echoing Elise's earlier phrase with uncanny similarity, which prompted the two women to immediately discover, with visible delight, several other shared mannerisms and interests over the course of the evening.

Dinner proceeded with considerably more warmth than the tense corporate boardroom questioning Sloane had endured weeks earlier, both families gradually settling into easy, affectionate conversation as the evening progressed. Adrian's father had passed years earlier, and his mother lived overseas, but Elise more than compensated for any absent extended family with her boundless enthusiasm, already deep in conversation with Renata about nursery themes by the time dessert arrived.

Watching the easy warmth spreading across her makeshift new family, Sloane felt something settle deeply into place, understanding with quiet certainty that whatever complicated beginning had brought them all together, they were building something genuinely worth celebrating.

Later, after Renata and Elise had exhausted several rounds of nursery color debates and Adrian had excused himself briefly to take a work call he apologized profusely for needing to answer, Sloane found herself alone with her sister on the balcony, the city lights spread out below them in familiar, comfortable quiet.

"I mean it," Renata said, her earlier sharpness giving way to genuine warmth now that the performative skepticism had served its purpose. "He seems steady, Sloane. Genuinely steady, not just performing steadiness the way Marcus used to when he wanted something from you."

"I think so too," Sloane admitted. "I keep waiting for it to feel too good to be true, and it just doesn't. He shows up. Consistently. Even when it's inconvenient, even when it costs him something professionally or personally."

"That's rare," Renata said quietly. "Don't take it for granted, but also don't spend the whole pregnancy waiting for it to collapse. You deserve to just be happy, without constantly bracing for impact."

"I'm working on that," Sloane said, leaning into her sister's shoulder. "It's a process."

"Most good things are," Renata agreed, and they stood together in comfortable silence, watching the city lights flicker below, two sisters who'd weathered considerable difficulty together finally allowing themselves to simply enjoy an evening of genuine hope.

Adrian rejoined them a few minutes later, apologizing again for the interruption, and Sloane reached for his hand without hesitation, pulling him into their quiet circle on the balcony. Below them, the city continued its restless evening rhythm, entirely unaware of the quiet, significant celebration unfolding several stories above, three generations of complicated family history slowly reshaping itself into something considerably more hopeful.

"Everything alright with work?" she asked.

"Handled," he said simply, settling beside her. "Nothing more important than being here tonight."

Renata caught Sloane's eye over his shoulder, something approving and warm passing between them, and Sloane felt, watching her sister's quiet nod of approval, that whatever uncertain future still lay ahead, she was building it with people who genuinely wanted good things for her. It was, she thought, exactly the kind of evening she'd once believed herself no longer capable of having, surrounded by people who chose her, deliberately and without reservation.

End of Chapter Ten.