“Like I said,” I told him, turning to go, “things have changed. I’ll make a formal offer to you and Tony first, and then I’ll offer my shares to the board. After that…” I pushed through the office door into the center area where Rob’s secretary still sat, looking flustered.
“Mr. Cody, I’m so sorry,” she whispered.
I glared at her and watched her shrink from my gaze and then pretend to be busy arranging Post-it notes in her desk drawer.
“Oliver,” Rob said, following me out. His suit was slate gray and perfectly tailored, his tie perfect as always. This place might have been in upheaval since my parents were killed, but Rob seemed to be cut out for the job.
“You’ve got this,” I told him, ignoring his protests and finding my way out to the elevators.
I went to a bar on Wilshire and stayed there for a couple of hours, taking a shot every time my mind began to form a coherent thought. I had a fleeting urge to call Celia—I’d seen her just once since I’d been back, at the funeral. She’d given up being angry with me for leaving and breaking off our engagement, and looked at me with the wide-eyed pity I was beginning to dread. Still, she’d suggested I call her.
In the end, I found it easier to be alone. Celia knew the version of me who’d thought traveling was some kind of bold choice, a way to ferret out some cosmic truth about life. What I hadn’t known then, what Celia still didn’t know, was how little truth my life had been composed of in the first place. Adam and Sonja had lied to me my whole life. They’d lied, and then they’d died.
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