Three weeks after the board meeting, Claire engineered a dinner.
It was not subtle. She invited both James and Olivia to the penthouse on the same evening without telling either of them the other would be there, cooked the most ambitious meal she had attempted since moving in, and presented the situation to Nathaniel the morning of as a fait accomplished.
He stared at her across the breakfast table for a long moment.
“You know,” he said carefully.
“About James and Olivia? Yes. Olivia told me.”
“James told me three days ago,” Nathaniel said. “He looked like a man confessing to a crime.”
“What did you say to him?”
“I told him my sister in law was extraordinary and that if he hurt her I would end his career,” Nathaniel said. “He seemed to find this reasonable.”
Claire laughed, the ful
