Chapter 10 - Maeve’s Last Dollar
The recovered investment belonged to the foundation.
That was the correct outcome.
Every recoverable dollar would return through lawful proceedings.
But what happened afterward was our choice.
The investment had grown dramatically.
If recovered, the foundation could end up substantially better funded than before the theft.
I proposed something.
Not a gift to Maeve.
A program.
The Samuel Harper Family Fund.
Named after Elena's father.
Its purpose:
Emergency childcare.
Employee housing protection.
Legal assistance.
Whistleblower support.
And direct aid for families facing sudden homelessness.
Elena cried when I told her.
“My dad wouldn't want his name on something fancy.”
I smiled.
“Good. Neither do I.”
No gala.
No marble plaque.
Just services.
Then I changed the foundation's structure.
Employees could report directly to an independent board.
No manager could intercept complaints.
Financial audits rotated externally.
People receiving services gained advisory seats.
That last decision made several wealthy board members uncomfortable.
Perfect.
If we were supposedly helping people, perhaps we should occasionally listen to them.
Elena joined the advisory council later.
Not because I owed her.
Because she was good at it.
Aaron received protection and restitution through the appropriate processes and eventually became part of a compliance team elsewhere.
He refused my job offer.
Fair enough.
“I've had enough Bellinis.”
I laughed.
“Can't blame you.”
Then came Dominic.
He requested a private meeting.
I agreed.
No cameras.
No audience.
He entered without the expensive suit.
For once, no badge.
“Are you giving the club to that woman?”
“No.”
“To the kid?”
“No.”
He seemed confused.
“Then what happens?”
“The holding company retains it while everything is resolved.”
“And me?”
“That depends partly on the legal process.”
He stared at me.
“You already decided I'm guilty.”
“I watched you knock coins from a three-year-old's hands because she helped someone you thought was homeless.”
His jaw tightened.
“That isn't a crime.”
“No.”
I leaned forward.
“It's character.”
He looked away.
Then he said:
“You embarrassed me.”
I almost couldn't believe it.
After everything.
Still humiliation.
Still himself.
“Maeve had less than a dollar.”
“So?”
“She gave it away.”
I placed the coins on the table.
I'd kept them safe for her.
“You had access to millions.”
Dominic stared at them.
“And it still wasn't enough.”
He didn't answer.
I slid his metal name badge across the table.
He looked at it.
“Keep it.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because it never meant what you thought.”
He stood.
At the door, he turned.
“Did Dad really write that morality clause?”
“Yes.”
“Because of me?”
“No.”
That surprised him.
“Because of himself.”
Vincent knew wealth could corrupt anyone.
Including family.
Especially family.
Dominic left.
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The next week, the giant wall plaque bearing his name came down.
But I didn't replace it with mine.
