CHAPTER 72: BILLIONAIRE SECRETS
The Morriston board room is on the last floor of a building I have never been inside before today.
Marcus drives. He doesn't explain where we are going until we are already in the elevator, which is exactly the kind of thing that would have irritated me a week ago and now just reads as his particular brand of preparation — he waits until the moment you actually need the information before giving it to you, so it lands clean instead of getting buried under everything else.
"Arthur held a seat on the Morriston operational board for twelve years," he says, watching the floor numbers climb. "He took it when the board was restructuring after the ninety-eight liquidation. He told them he was representing independent investor interests." A pause. "He was representing us. All three of us. He just couldn't say that."
I look at him. "He knew about Ariana and me the whole time."
