Helen Harrison Had Made a Deal With the Buyer

Chapter 15 - Helen Harrison Had Made a Deal With the Buyer

Helen came to the office voluntarily.

She wore a gray wool coat and carried the same banker’s box she had brought to my house.

She looked at the people around the conference table.

Lauren.

Peter.

Daniel.

Samuel.

Me.

Then she sighed.

“Frank would have enjoyed this.”

Daniel stared at her.

“Mom.”

“I did not mean that kindly.”

She sat.

I placed the Northstar email printout in front of her.

“Is this yours?”

Helen put on her glasses.

“Yes.”

Daniel stood.

“You contacted them?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“To sell my shares.”

“What shares?”

That stopped him.

Helen looked at me.

“Frank left me an option.”

Peter frowned.

“No option appears on the cap table.”

“It was never exercised.”

She opened the banker’s box.

Another document.

At this point, I wanted to ban paper.

Frank Harrison had granted Helen an option to purchase ten percent of his founder-related interest if Daniel ever sold the company.

Except Frank had not owned founder shares.

He had influence.

Loans.

Side agreements.

The document was legally questionable at best.

Helen knew that.

“So you approached Northstar,” I said.

“Yes.”

“Thinking you could force your way into the sale.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Her eyes moved to Daniel.

“Because I knew he was going to leave Claire.”

My husband sat down.

“Mom.”

“You told me.”

“When?”

“Eight months ago.”

Before he claimed the marriage was privately over.

Before Lauren’s affair, if her timeline was true.

I looked at him.

He said, “I told her we were having problems.”

Helen laughed.

“You said you planned to start over.”

Daniel closed his eyes.

“With Lauren?”

“No.”

Everyone looked at him.

Lauren’s face changed.

“What?”

Daniel rubbed his forehead.

“There was no Lauren then.”

“Then with whom?” I asked.

He looked at me.

“No one.”

I stared.

He continued.

“I wanted out.”

The answer hurt more than another woman might have.

No temptation.

No seduction.

Just a man deciding the life we built no longer fit him.

“I had been unhappy for years.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I tried.”

“When?”

“Every time I asked you to travel with me.”

I almost laughed.

“That was you telling me our marriage was failing?”

“No.”

“Every time you complained that I cared more about Mom’s illness than company dinners?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You said, ‘I don’t know where I fit anymore.’”

Daniel looked down.

I remembered.

I had kissed his cheek and told him things would calm down after Mom’s treatment.

They never did.

He continued.

“I told myself you knew.”

“No.”

“I know.”

“Then Lauren?”

“Came later.”

Lauren stared at him.

“You told me you had been separated emotionally for two years.”

“I had been.”

“By yourself.”

He looked at her.

“Yes.”

That sentence ended something in Lauren’s face.

Perhaps whatever remained.

Helen interrupted.

“I contacted Northstar because I thought if Daniel sold, he would leave Claire with less than she deserved.”

I turned.

“So you were protecting me.”

She flinched.

“You hate that word now.”

“Yes.”

“Fair.”

Helen continued.

“I thought if I had leverage over the buyer, I could force a larger settlement for you and Ellie.”

“By secretly negotiating your own ten percent.”

“Yes.”

“Did Northstar know about the foundation defects?”

“No.”

“Did you?”

“Not until two months ago.”

“Then why keep talking to them?”

Helen looked ashamed.

“They offered me five million dollars.”

Daniel stared.

“For an option you probably don’t own.”

“Yes.”

“What did you give them?”

“Internal financials.”

Peter swore.

Helen looked at him.

“Nothing customer-specific.”

“That is not the point.”

“No.”

She turned back to me.

“I thought I could take their money and put it in a trust for Ellie.”

Ellie.

Again.

A child used as moral detergent.

I leaned forward.

“Did Ellie ask you for five million dollars?”

“No.”

“Did I?”

“No.”

“Then whose need were you meeting?”

Helen looked at her hands.

“Mine.”

The honesty quieted the room.

“I spent forty years with Frank deciding everything.”

Her voice trembled.

“What we bought. Where we lived. Who I saw. What I knew.”

Daniel looked at her.

She did not look back.

“When he died, I discovered I had nothing in my name except jewelry and a house with a mortgage.”

I had not known.

Daniel had not known either.

“I wanted money no one could take from me.”

Helen’s eyes filled.

“And I told myself doing it for Ellie made it less ugly.”

I understood.

Not approved.

Understood.

Then Samuel asked the practical question.

“Did you give Northstar the defect file?”

“No.”

“Did you tell them Harrison suspected Midwest Aggregate?”

“No.”

“Did you know they owned Midwest?”

“No.”

Lauren pushed the ownership chart toward her.

Helen read.

Her face emptied.

“Oh.”

Daniel laughed bitterly.

“Yes. Oh.”

Helen closed her eyes.

“What have I done?”

For once, nobody answered.

The company’s outside attorney arrived with federal investigators.

Helen agreed to cooperate.

So did Caroline.

So did Michael.

Apparently truth became fashionable once everyone realized documents existed.

By the end of the week, Northstar withdrew its purchase offer.

Midwest Aggregate’s offices were searched.

Three executives were placed on leave.

The forty-seven homeowners received temporary housing options and written repair guarantees.

Harrison Custom Homes’ credit line was frozen.

Two lenders threatened default.

We were alive.

Barely.

On Friday afternoon, Samuel entered my office with updated estimates.

“Eighteen point four million.”

“Better than twenty-two.”

“Still eighteen point four.”

“I know.”

He sat.

“You can file Chapter 11.”

“I know.”

“Or sell assets.”

“I know.”

“Or bring in new equity.”

“I know.”

Samuel watched me.

“You say that when you don’t know what you want.”

I looked at him.

“That is annoyingly perceptive.”

“I charge hourly.”

I smiled.

He was easy to be around.

That frightened me a little.

Not romantically.

Not yet.

Just because ease had become suspicious.

A knock came.

Lauren stood at the door.

“Claire, can I talk to you?”

Samuel gathered his papers.

“I’ll come back.”

After he left, Lauren sat.

She looked pale.

“My mother got a call from the state attorney.”

“About clearing her conviction?”

“Yes.”

My heart lifted.

“They are filing a motion to vacate.”

“Lauren.”

She began to cry.

Quietly.

“She waited fifteen years.”

I reached across the desk.

Then stopped.

I did not know whether I wanted to comfort her.

Lauren noticed.

“It’s okay.”

I nodded.

She wiped her face.

“There is something else.”

Of course.

“What?”

“Daniel ended things with me.”

I felt nothing.

Then relief.

Then shame about the relief.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

She laughed weakly.

“He said he still loves you.”

I closed my eyes.

“I really wish he had kept that to himself.”

“So do I.”

We almost smiled.

Lauren stood.

At the door, she turned.

“He also said he is going to resign permanently.”

I stared.

“What?”

“He told the board this morning.”

I had not been copied.

That irritated me.

“Why?”

“He said the company cannot recover while everyone is waiting for him to make the next secret decision.”

That sounded almost mature.

Almost.

Then Lauren added:

“He is also turning over evidence that could get him charged in my mother’s case.”

I stood.

“What evidence?”

“A recorded conversation with Frank.”

“When?”

“Seven years ago.”

My heart sank.

Daniel had not merely known Diane went to prison.

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