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Chapter 14: The News

Chapter 14: The News

Vanessa arrived at the house on a Friday evening, no advance warning, wearing an expression Mara had never seen on her before — nervous, uncertain, all the polished confidence from their first meeting noticeably absent.

"I need to talk to you," she said to Jonah, glancing at Mara with something like apology. "Both of you, actually. It's important."

They settled into the living room, tension coiling tight in the air. Robert and Diane were out for the evening, which felt like either terrible or perfect timing depending on what came next.

"I don't know how to say this except to just say it," Vanessa started, hands twisting together in her lap. "My father's company — the one I work for now, downtown — they're bidding against your firm for the Pilsen contract. The real one, the final phase. I've been feeding them information about your designs for the past month."

The room went silent.

"You've been what?" Jonah's voice was low, dangerous in a way Mara hadn't heard before.

"I didn't want to. I want you to know that. But my father found out we used to date, and he made it clear my job depended on getting inside information on the competing bid." Vanessa's eyes were wet now, guilt written plainly across her face. "I've been sending him details for weeks. Renderings, cost estimates, your firm's timeline. I think they're planning to undercut your bid using information I gave them."

Jonah stood so fast the coffee table nearly tipped. "You've been spying on me. For a month. While sitting in my conference room, while coming to my father's house—"

"I know how it looks."

"It doesn't look like anything, Vanessa, it is exactly what it is." He paced the length of the room, fury radiating off him in waves Mara had never witnessed before. "Why are you telling us now? What changed?"

"Because I can't do it anymore." Her voice cracked. "My dad's company is going to lowball the city on materials to win the bid — cheaper contractors, corners cut on the safety specs for the community center. I can live with costing you a contract. I can't live with putting kids in a building that isn't built right."

Mara watched something shift in Jonah's expression — fury still present, but now tangled with something more urgent, more practical.

"Do you have proof?" he asked. "Documentation. Emails. Anything that shows what they're planning to cut."

"Some. Not everything." Vanessa reached into her bag, producing a folder that she set on the coffee table like it might detonate. "I photographed what I could before I lost my nerve. It's not a full case, but it's a start."

Jonah stared at the folder for a long moment before looking back at her. "Why give this to me? You could get fired. Sued, probably, depending on what's in your contract."

"Because some things matter more than a job." Vanessa stood, gathering her things with shaking hands. "I know I don't get to ask for anything from you after this. I just needed you to know before your firm lost that bid to a company that's willing to gamble with public safety to save money."

She left without waiting for a response, and the front door clicked shut behind her with a finality that felt strangely anticlimactic given what she'd just handed them.

Jonah sank onto the couch, staring at the folder like it might rearrange itself into something less complicated.

"Well," he said finally. "That's not the conversation I expected to have tonight."

Mara moved to sit beside him, still processing the whirlwind of the last ten minutes. "Do you believe her?"

"I don't know. Maybe." He opened the folder, flipping through printed emails and photographed documents with a growing frown. "This looks real, though. If it is, this isn't just about my firm losing a bid. This is about actual safety violations in a building meant for a neighborhood that already gets shortchanged on public investment."

"What do you do with it?"

"I take it to my firm's lead partner first thing tomorrow. If this checks out, it goes to the city procurement office, maybe the press if it needs to." He set the folder down, rubbing his temples. "This is bigger than Vanessa being messy about an old relationship. This is actually serious."

Mara studied him — the sudden shift from anger to focus, the way his mind had already moved past the personal betrayal into what needed to be done next. It was, she realized, one of the things she loved most about him: the steadiness underneath the frustration, the instinct to do right by the situation rather than get lost in how it had wronged him personally.

"For what it's worth," she said quietly, "I'm proud of you. For caring more about the kids who'd use that building than about being right about Vanessa."

"Don't give me too much credit. I'm still furious at her." He managed a tired half-smile, leaning into her shoulder. "But yeah. Some things matter more."

They sat together in the quiet living room, the folder of evidence between them like a small, unstable bomb, both of them aware that tomorrow would bring complications neither of them could fully predict — but grateful, at least, to be facing it side by side.