“And the girl who was just in here?” I asked.
“She’s been here about a year.” Alisa’s tone gave nothing away. “She’d die for Nash. Most of them would.”
“Are she and Nash…” I wasn’t sure how to phrase this. “Involved?”
“No!” Alisa said sharply. She took a deep breath and continued. “Nash would never let anything happen with someone he had any kind of power over. He has his flaws—a savior complex among them—but he’s not like that.”
I couldn’t take the elephant in the room any longer, so I dragged it into the light. “He’s your ex.”
Alisa’s chin rose. “We were engaged for a time,” she allowed. “We were young. There were issues. But I assure you, I have no conflict of interest when it comes to your representation.”
Engaged?I had to actively try to keep my jaw from dropping. My lawyer had planned tomarrya Hawthorne, and she hadn’t thought that merited a mention?
“If you’d prefer,” Alisa said stiffly, “I can arrange for someone else from the firm to work as your liaison.”
I forced myself to stop gawking at her and tried to process the situation. Alisa had been nothing but professional and seemed almost frighteningly good at her job. Plus, given the whole broken engagement thing, she had a reasonnotto be loyal to the Hawthornes.
“It’s okay,” I said. “I don’t need a new liaison.”
That got a very small smile out of her. “I’ve taken the liberty of enrolling you at Heights Country Day.” Alisa moved to the next item on her to-do list with merciless efficiency. “It’s the school that Xander and Jameson attend. Grayson graduated last year. I’d hoped to have you enrolled and at least partially acclimated before news of your inheritance broke in the press, but we’ll deal with the hand we’ve been dealt.” She gave me a look. “You’re the Hawthorne heiress, and you’re not a Hawthorne. That’s going to draw attention, even at a place like Country Day, where you will be far from the only one with means.”
Means, I thought. How many ways did rich people have of not saying the wordrich?
“I’m pretty sure I can handle a bunch of prep school kids,” I said, even though I wasn’t sure of that. At all.
Alisa caught sight of my phones. She squatted down and plucked my old phone from the ground. “I’ll dispose of this for you.”
She didn’t even have to look at the screen to realize what had happened. What wasstillhappening, if the constant, muted buzzing of the phone was any indication.
“Wait,” I told her. I grabbed the phone, ignored the messages, and went for Max’s number. I transferred it to my new phone.
“I suggest you strictly regulate who has access to your new number,” Alisa told me. “This isn’t going to die down anytime soon.”
“This,” I repeated. The media attention. Strangers sending me messages. People who’d never cared about me deciding we were best friends.
“The students at Country Day will have a bit more discretion,” Alisa told me, “but you need to be prepared. As awful as it sounds, moneyispower, and power is magnetic. You’re not the person you were two days ago.”
I wanted to argue that point, but instead, my mind cycled back to Tobias Hawthorne’s letter to Jameson, his words echoing in my mind.Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.
CHAPTER 21
You read my letter.” Jameson Hawthorne slid into the back seat of the SUV beside me. Oren had already given me the rundown on the security features of the car. The windows were bulletproof and heavily tinted, and Tobias Hawthorne had owned multiple identical SUVs for times when decoys were needed.
Going to Heights Country Day School apparently wasn’t one of them.
“Xander need a ride?” Oren asked from the driver’s seat, catching Jameson’s eyes in the mirror.
“Xan goes to school early on Fridays,” Jameson said. “Extracurricular activity.”
In the mirror, Oren’s gaze shifted to me. “You okay having company?”
Was I okay in close quarters with Jameson Hawthorne, who’d stepped out of a fireplace and into my bedroom the night before?He touched my face—
“It’s fine,” I told Oren, squelching the memory.
Oren turned the key in the ignition and then cast a glance back over his shoulder. “She’s the package,” he told Jameson. “If there’s an incident…”
“You save her first,” Jameson finished. He kicked a foot up on the center console and reclined against the door. “Grandfather always said Hawthorne males have nine lives. I can’t possibly have burned through more than five of mine.”
