Chapter 7 - The Woman Marcus Used to Love
Marcus chose the meeting place.
Not Reed Global.
Not Madison’s condominium.
A quiet hotel lounge near the river, half empty at three in the afternoon.
Leah sat two tables away with outside counsel.
Madison noticed immediately.
“You brought lawyers.”
Marcus remained seated.
“You brought my company’s files to your father.”
She stopped.
No greeting.
No performance.
Her handbag slid from her shoulder onto the chair.
“Adrian sent you something.”
“Yes.”
Madison looked toward Leah.
“Am I being recorded?”
“No.”
Marcus gestured toward the chair.
“You can leave whenever you want.”
She sat.
For several seconds they studied each other.
The last time they had sat across from each other privately had been eight years earlier at a restaurant where Madison told him she could no longer build a life around promises.
He had paid the check with a card that was close to its limit.
She had left in a car her father sent.
Marcus had spent years pretending the memory meant nothing.
Now it felt strangely small.
“Did you access Adrian’s laptop?”
Madison looked down.
“Yes.”
The admission came so quietly Marcus almost missed it.
“Did you copy the Foundry files?”
“Yes.”
“Did Victor ask you to?”
“He asked me to find out whether Reed Global had any legal analysis about his old option.”
“So you knew exactly what you were looking for.”
“Yes.”
Marcus’s hands remained still on the table.
“How long has this been happening?”
“The first time was the laptop.”
“Not Adrian.”
Madison’s face changed.
Marcus leaned slightly forward.
“My apartment. Eight years ago.”
She swallowed.
“You know.”
“I suspect.”
“I took the folio.”
The lounge seemed to narrow around them.
Marcus had expected the answer.
Expectation did not reduce its impact.
“Why?”
“My father asked me to.”
“That isn’t why you did it.”
She flinched.
Marcus remembered something Evelyn had said.
People always had more than one reason.
Madison twisted the ring on her right hand.
“He told me you were hiding things.”
“What things?”
“That your father’s property was worth more than you understood. That you were using my family contacts. That if I really cared about him, I would help him verify old records.”
“You believed that?”
“I wanted to.”
The honesty surprised him.
“Why?”
“Because he approved of me when I helped him.”
Marcus said nothing.
Madison laughed bitterly.
“You always hated that answer.”
“I never knew the question.”
She looked at him.
“I grew up learning that my father’s approval could disappear over anything. Wrong dress. Wrong school. Wrong boyfriend.”
“So you stole from me.”
“Yes.”
Her eyes filled, but she did not cry.
Marcus appreciated that she did not use tears as defense.
“I photographed everything,” she continued. “Then he said he needed the physical folder for one night.”
“You gave it to him.”
“Yes.”
“Did you check what he returned?”
“No.”
Marcus looked away.
For years he had blamed himself for losing the agreement.
“Do you know what the original option said?”
“Twenty-four months.”
His gaze snapped back.
“You remember?”
“I saw the page.”
“Victor’s version says the option runs until 2031.”
Madison’s face drained.
“I didn’t know that.”
“Do you expect me to believe you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m telling you something worse.”
Marcus waited.
“I suspected he changed something.”
Silence.
“When?”
“Years later.”
“How?”
“During a dinner. He had a folder from Cole Meridian. I saw your father’s signature page. I asked why he still had it. He told me not to worry about adult business.”
“And you did nothing.”
“I told myself it wasn’t the same document.”
“You knew he had taken my original.”
“I knew.”
Marcus’s jaw tightened.
“You watched me search for it.”
“Yes.”
“You watched me blame myself.”
“Yes.”
She could barely hold his gaze now.
Marcus felt anger rising, but beneath it was grief for a younger version of himself who had believed intimacy meant safety.
“Did you ever love me?”
Madison’s eyes finally met his.
“Yes.”
He hated how quickly she answered.
“Then why was your father allowed inside everything we had?”
“Because I didn’t know how to separate love from loyalty.”
“That isn’t love.”
“I know that now.”
Marcus leaned back.
“No. You know it became expensive.”
She absorbed the sentence.
He regretted the cruelty slightly.
Not enough to take it back.
Madison reached into her handbag and removed an old silver tablet.
“I found this last night.”
She placed it on the table.
“It hasn’t been used in years. My old cloud account is still connected.”
Marcus did not touch it.
“What’s on it?”
“The photographs I took from the folio.”
His heart thudded once.
“All of them?”
“I think so.”
“Have you opened them?”
“Some.”
“And?”
Madison looked frightened.
“The page in my photographs is different from the page my father filed.”
Marcus did not move.
“Different how?”
“The expiration date.”
He stared at her.
“Show me.”
Madison unlocked the tablet.
A grid of old photographs appeared.
Marcus saw Leon Reed’s handwriting.
The original Cole Meridian agreement.
Page one.
Page two.
March 31, 2011.
Clear.
Unmistakable.
The signature page followed.
Leon’s real signature.
Madison’s father had not forged the signature.
He had done something simpler.
He had replaced the middle page.
Marcus looked toward Leah.
She had already risen.
Madison pulled the tablet back slightly.
“There’s more.”
“What?”
“One photograph isn’t from your apartment.”
Marcus turned.
“I took it in my father’s office the night before I returned the folio.”
She opened another image.
Victor’s desk.
The leather folio.
Two versions of page two lying side by side.
One contained the 2011 expiration date.
The other contained 2031.
Marcus stared.
Madison’s voice broke.
“I didn’t understand what I was seeing then.”
Marcus looked at her.
“But now you do.”
She nodded.
Leah approached.
“We need to preserve that device immediately.”
Madison held it against her chest.
Fear returned.
“If I give you this, my father will know.”
Marcus’s expression hardened.
“He already knows what he did.”
“You don’t understand him.”
“Then help me.”
Madison stared at Marcus for a long time.
At the man she had once judged by an old car and a cheap apartment.
At the man whose trust she had traded for approval.
Then she placed the tablet on the table.
“Take it.”
Marcus did.
And Madison whispered something that changed the case again.
“The original folio still exists.”
Marcus froze.
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