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Chapter 18 - THE LAST MEETING

Claire almost declined.

Then she agreed.

Not for Grant.

For herself.

They met through secure glass.

Grant looked thinner.

His hair had grayed near the temples.

Without tailored suits and expensive watches, he looked less like the man who once controlled every room.

“Thank you for coming.”

Claire said nothing.

Grant looked down.

“Vanessa testified against me.”

“Yes.”

“Mom too.”

“Yes.”

“Thomas.”

“Yes.”

He laughed bitterly.

“Everyone.”

Claire looked at him.

“You trained everyone around you to protect themselves first.”

“I learned that from my family.”

“And then you chose to continue it.”

Grant nodded slowly.

For once, he did not argue.

“I loved you.”

Claire felt sadness.

Not temptation.

Sadness.

“I know you believed that.”

His eyes filled.

“Was none of it real?”

“I think some of it was.”

“That’s what makes it worse.”

Grant looked confused.

Claire continued.

“If you had been cruel from the first day, I would have left.”

“You were kind enough for me to keep believing the cruel parts were temporary.”

Grant closed his eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

Claire waited.

No explanation came.

No but.

No blame.

It was the first clean apology he had ever given.

She accepted that it existed.

She did not offer forgiveness.

“Do you hate me?”

Grant asked.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m building a life.”

“I don’t want you occupying that much space in it.”

He looked through the glass.

“What happened to the house?”

“I sold it.”

His face changed.

“Our house?”

“My house.”

Claire corrected softly.

“I sold it.”

For the first time, Grant almost smiled at the irony.

Then he asked.

“What about the company?”

“It survived.”

“Without me?”

“Yes.”

That answer hurt him.

Claire could see it.

Not prison.

Not divorce.

Not money.

The idea that his empire did not require him.

He had built identity from being indispensable.

Now life was continuing.

Claire stood.

“Goodbye, Grant.”

He lifted his hand toward the glass.

She did not.

As she reached the door, he spoke.

“Claire.”

She looked back.

“I should have learned my place.”

She thought about the line.

Then answered.

“No.”

May you like

“You should have learned other people have theirs.”

She left.

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