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I jerk my head toward the front of the house, a small sigh on my lips. "Speaking of our plans, we should talk."
"I'm guessing that the presentation for Remy didn't go well?" Felix asked.
I shake my head and press my lips together. "No, it did not go well. Basically, everything bad that could happen did happen. Remy asked that spineless accountant for his recommendation on the project. And as we anticipated, the accountant shut down the idea of deep sea drilling."
"That is not surprising." Felix reaches the front door and pulls it open, stepping back to hold the door for me. I step through it and suddenly wish for a coat. A sea breeze blows straight through my clothes, but I repress the shudder that follows.
I continue the conversation where we left off.
"He's shortsighted. The whole damn family is downright myopic. And when the oil and gas run out in twenty years, everyone is going to be asking themselves why they didn't start drilling in the ocean before. It's a sad reality."
As he walks across the driveway and into the grass, Felix nods, crosses his arms, and coughs. The entire property is fenced in and his gaze roves around the grass, his lips pursing.
"My father is many things," he says. "First among his most awful qualities is that he’s a miserable, money loving old fool. He drove my mother and three other wives to their graves. He has been through a slew of advisors and accountants. But he's almost eighty-eight years old. He is definitely on his way out of this world, one way or another. Billionaire or not, nobody lives forever. So when it comes to thinking of the future for our company, for our whole freaking country that is so dependent on gas and oil, we can't be looking to Remy for advice on what to do. He is not looking to the future."
I nod slowly. Sneaking a glance at Felix, I purse my lips. "Remy has made some mistakes."
A snort bursts from Felix’s nose. "Mistakes? Ha!" He shakes his head, a dark chuckle emerging from his throat. “That old fucker cut me off without so much as a warning. I'm lucky to be getting my allowance of one hundred thousand dollars per year. We all know that Remy is loaded. And yet, he refuses to share his wealth with his own son."
His expression is intense and bitter. I glance off into the distance, my footsteps wandering toward the edge of the cliff overlooking the town of Harwicke. It is true that Remy did cut Felix off from his one time inheritance. Felix is older than my father and the rightful heir—or he would be if he were not an inveterate gambler.
Though I wasn't around when he was cut off, I always want to keep in mind the fact that Felix is the opposite of risk-averse. Not the best thing to have in a business partner. But that's for another time, perhaps.
Do I actually care for my uncle in the way that family should? No, I definitely do not. In fact, I find him generally distasteful. But I need him, until this whole deep sea drilling mess has been sorted.
I stifle any retorts for now.
Instead, I stare out at Harwicke, watching the town from afar. From this distance, I can just make out the landmark buildings as the land slopes down to meet the sea. I see several boats at the busy harbor and a few cars on a long stretch of highway approaching the town. The people of Harwicke are busy, and they have no idea that I am standing here, plotting to shape their futures.
After all, when I move the company’s headquarters from this little know-nothing town, it will likely die. The Morgan family supports all the sports teams, gives to the local hospital, and generally has a hand in every piece of charity pie that goes on around here. Without the family, the town will inevitably fall into decay and die a slow, suffocating death.
Too bad that Harwicke became so reliant on the Morgan billions.
"Dare!" Felix prompts me.
Drawn out of my thoughts, I turn to him.
"You know our deal," I say to Felix. "You are going to help me get the deep sea drilling deal off the ground. And in return, I will personally guarantee the return of your share of the inheritance when I take the reins of the company."
"Yes, yes." Felix flicks his hands out, waving away the discussion. "We've talked about it so many times now that I can't be bothered with another discussion. We both know exactly what we have to do."
I give him a sidelong glance. "Very true. I expect you to continue with the plan to get the mineral rights for the coast of Maine. We're going to need them. Morgan Oil may not be ready, but the future is coming faster than we realize. If we have to, I will execute a hostile takeover and drive Remy out of the company. We will be in the deep sea drilling business, whether Morgan Oil knows that or not."
Felix nods in agreement. "I'll talk to the people and see what we need to do to keep moving forward with the deal."
"You do that." I walk away from him, sauntering again toward the overlook, my thoughts drifting as I imagine how different this scene will look ten years in the future.
ChapterFour
TALIA
Icarry a patchwork quilt in my arms as I descend Hope House's narrow stairs. It's cold here in the ancient house, as it is every winter, being that we are so close to the shore. The house is precariously close to being eaten up by the warehouse district. It stands amongst the last remaining row of ramshackle homes, once proud, now gone to seed. Everything else has been boarded up and torn down, but the children's shelter and the few houses around it have somehow survived.
I step off the stairs into immediate chaos in the downstairs living room. Olivia is very patiently sitting in the middle of the circle of girls who are putting makeup on her. To my left is a row of couches that another group of children are currently trampling over, playing a rowdy game of tag. I walk over to put the quilt down on a pile of blankets and start picking up toys to return to the toy box in the corner.
Olivia turns, her bright smile growing as she sees me, and looks at her watch. "It's almost three o'clock. Time for their nap."
I give her a watery smile. What she really means is that she will send the kids upstairs to nap soon, and we will both slip out unnoticed. At least, that's what we have planned. Leaving here is always really hard for me and slipping away is the only way I can do it and not be an overwhelmed mess for at least an hour afterward.
