Chapter 17
“How is she?” I asked softly, looking down at my hands.
“She’s good,” Sarah replied, pulling a small white envelope from her coat pocket.
“She actually knew I was meeting a client near here today, and she asked me to give you this.”
My heart did a strange, painful flip in my chest as Sarah slid the envelope across the table.
“What is it?” I asked, afraid to touch the crisp white paper.
“It’s your final equity division check from the old holdings account,” Sarah explained.
“She didn't have to give you a penny of the secondary profits, Daniel, but she cleared your personal debt.”
I opened the envelope with trembling fingers, looking at the figure written on the bank draft.
Two million dollars.
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Attached to the check was a small, handwritten sticky note in Claire’s neat, elegant handwriting.
“Use this to build something that is actually yours this time. - C.”
