Chapter 2: What the Safe Was Keeping
Clare's fingers hovered over the envelope.
"Open it," Eleanor said quietly.
"You have a right to know."
Inside were two documents.
The first was a legal agreement.
Clare recognized the firm's letterhead — the same attorneys Harrison used for every Mercer Hotels contract.
The second was a copy of William's original will.
Clare's eyes moved to the highlighted section.
*To my daughter Eleanor Anne Parker, I leave an equal share of Mercer House Hospitality, to be held in trust and transferred no later than six months following my death.*
Clare looked up.
"He never told you."
"Harrison arrived eleven days after the funeral," Eleanor said.
"He sat right where you're sitting.
He was very calm.
Very polite." Her voice didn't waver.
"He told me my father had loved me but that going public would destroy the company.
He said the board would lose confidence.
He said it would hurt everyone."
"And the agreement?"
"He offered me a one-time payment.
Sign the NDA, walk away, never contact the family." Eleanor paused.
"He brought a notary.
He had everything ready before he knocked on my door."
Clare's hands were shaking now.
"Did you sign it?"
Eleanor looked at her steadily.
"I did.
I needed the money.
I had no one." She glanced at Clare's belly.
"But I kept a copy of the original will.
And I kept one other thing your father-in-law left me." She reached beneath the counter.
"Something Harrison doesn't know exists."
Clare's breath caught.
A second envelope.
Smaller.
Sealed with wax.
William's initials pressed into it.
"He mailed this to me the week before he passed," Eleanor said.
"I think he knew Harrison would come."
Clare reached for it.
Her phone lit up on the counter between them.
Harrison.
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