Maris observed Adeline’s resilience with a mix of awe and concern during this turbulent period of her charge’s life. Surprisingly, Adeline’s interactions with her grandfather, the patriarch of the De Kure family, seemed to bolster her mental well-being.
Meanwhile, Maris’s attempt to connect with Feronia had failed. She suspected that her friend was avoiding her, possibly to evade the Tribunal or simply because she had been exploiting their friendship to justify manipulating the Deverell heir. Despite no recent signs of Feronia’s meddlesome magic, Maric felt a lingering sense of betrayal from someone she once trusted and held dear. The bitterness of this feeling in Maris’s heart was a taste she couldn’t ignore.
As she watched Adeline, Maris became increasingly convinced that Aelius meant no harm when he appeared at Mirathrend’s Mirror, nor did he seem to influence the De Kure patriarch’s newfound interest in his granddaughter. Dr. De Kure appeared genuine in wanting to reconcile with Adeline’s mother, Aria, and his granddaughters. No celestial magic was detectable on either Adeline or her grandfather, and their interactions seemed harmless. Maris concluded that Aelius, true to his nature, remained impartial, offering only subtle guidance to those he blessed, helping them find their path when lost. Confident that observation sufficed, Maris continued her vigil from her coral throne, enjoying the cool smooth texture of the coral beneath her fingertips.
Settling back, Maris conjured her mystical mirror. As ocean waves crashed over her balcony, they transformed into a reflective surface through which she could continue her observation of Adeline. From this vantage point, she saw Adeline sitting in Eric’s SUV, her emerald eyes catching glimpses of the passing scenery while Eric drove. The atmosphere inside the vehicle was tense and silent, the awkwardness only slightly alleviated by soft background music that barely masked the hum of the engine.
When Eric stopped in a gravel parking lot at the forest’s edge, Adeline’s demeanor was calm, in stark contrast to Eric’s visible anxiety. His shoulders were tense, his knuckles white against the steering wheel. As they stepped out, Adeline pointed towards a well-trodden path leading into the woods. Eric, picking up on her cue, led the way, his mind racing with questions he dared not ask, fearing her answers. The earthy scent of the forest filled their lungs as they walked, each step crunching on the dried leaves beneath their feet, the sound echoing in the silence that hung between them. Eric’s anxiety was palpable as he led the way to the clearing where he had used an empty container as shelter and storage.
Eric guided Adeline into this shipping container turned makeshift home, unlocking the door with a sense of familiarity. This shelter was the staging ground for the basketball team’s campfire parties but also housed all the equipment they needed to enjoy their time in the forest. The air inside was cool and slightly earthy, filled with the scent of damp metal and the forest. Eric handed Adeline a bottle of water from their fridge, the cold condensation dampening her palm, his eyes lingering on her longer than necessary as if trying to read her thoughts. As she settled into a chair at one of the makeshift tables, the silence between them felt thick, charged with unspoken worries.
Adeline met his gaze, her fingers wrapped tightly around the bottle, the plastic crinkling under her grip. She took a deliberate sip, the cool water soothing her dry throat, gathering her thoughts before she spoke. “Eric, thank you for your patience recently and agreeing to meet with me after school today,” she began, her voice softer than usual, reflecting a vulnerability she rarely showed. “I know you’ve been waiting for me to reach out, to figure things out on my own, and I’m ready to move forward now.”
Eric exhaled silently, relief briefly crossing his features before it was quickly replaced by a swirl of apprehension about what she might say next. He remained silent, a respectful observer to her unfolding thoughts.
“I want to meet Nathaniel Descott,” Adeline said decisively. Her voice was firm, but Eric could see a flicker of uncertainty in her emerald eyes. “I realize I’m not supposed to know about my inheritance yet, but since you mentioned Nathaniel gave you permission to tell me, I’d like to speak with him. Can you arrange that?”
The request hit Eric like a cold splash of water. He masked his surprise and concern with practiced ease, nodding as he pulled out his phone. “Of course,” he replied, keeping his voice steady. “I’ll call him now. What’s your schedule like?”
“I’ll make time whenever he’s available,” Adeline responded, her tone resolute yet tinged with anxiety about the implications of such a meeting.
As Eric dialed the number and briefly introduced himself to Nathaniel’s assistant, Adeline’s mind buzzed with the potential consequences of her actions. She had assured her grandfather her readiness to face her future, but doubt now crept in. The prolonged silence during the call seemed to stretch endlessly, and she nervously played with the cap of her water bottle, an unconscious habit she didn’t realize she had. The bottle’s cool plastic was a grounding touch as she wrestled with her thoughts.
When Eric finally spoke into the phone, his words were carefully arranged, diplomatic yet carrying an undertone of urgency. Adeline couldn’t help but admire his controlled tone and choice of words. He sounded so professional, making her doubt her ability to convey her thoughts to Nathaniel when the time came. As Eric engaged in an exchange with Nathaniel, concluding with, “I know just the place. I’ll come pick you up and take you there myself. Thank you, Nate. See you later.”
Adeline, unable to contain her curiosity, queried with her eyes, prompting Eric to share, “Nathaniel can meet you this evening after work. I’ll pick him up at 6 pm and bring him here.” His smile was one of tentative triumph as he awaited her reply.
“Here?” Adeline asked, the words slipping out more sharply than she intended. Her brow furrowed, confusion and suspicion knitting together on her features. “Why not at his office?” She hadn’t expected it to happen so soon, and with such efficiency. Adeline wondered if Eric really arranged a meeting with Nathaniel Descott so promptly. The fact that it was happening and outside of his office made Adeline increasingly wary.
Eric noticed the edge in her voice and understood the depth of her distrust – not just towards the situation but perhaps towards him as well. He chose his words with care, aware that any misstep could deepen her suspicions. “You weren’t supposed to learn about your inheritance until you turned twenty-one. Meeting Nathaniel, who’s just managing your fund, in a public office might draw unnecessary attention. It could jeopardize Legacy Partners Realty’s reputation and confidentiality.”
“But the information was leaked,” Adeline pointed out, her tone flat, challenging him to acknowledge the breach in their trust.
Eric offered a small conciliatory smile, trying to soften the gravity of his next words. “Technically, yes,” he admitted, his tone a blend of resignation and earnestness. “But your primary goal is to speak with him, not harm the company. They’re skilled at managing estates and trusts. Although your inheritance was revealed prematurely, it hasn’t hurt you. In fact, it gives you a strategic advantage. It demonstrates goodwill from Nathaniel and places you in a stronger position now that you’re aware. Personally, I believe it benefits you to have him on your side.”
Adeline weighed Eric’s words, her features softening yet still guarded. “Okay,” she finally conceded, checking the time. It was just after 4:30 pm. “What should we do until then?” Her voice was calm, but underneath lay apprehension about the upcoming meeting, unsure yet hopeful about the options it might open.
Eric turned to Adeline, his expression shifting to one of seriousness. “Before you meet with Nathaniel, we should probably discuss what you want to achieve from this meeting with him. It’s crucial to have a strategy, especially when dealing with someone as adept in business as he is,” he advised, scooting his chair closer to her.
“Are you aware of the broader implications your inheritance has – not just for you, but for everyone involved, including Golden Rivers?” Eric’s question piqued Adeline’s interest, and she leaned forward, eager to absorb his insights. Until recently, she had relied on Eric’s wisdom, and she was not about to disregard his advice when he was willingly offering it.
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“Well,” Eric continued, taking a deep breath, “your inheritance is substantial enough to shift the political landscape of Golden Rivers. It will not only elevate your status as the youngest head of a founding family but place you in a position of significant power. Previously, your father held the title of the youngest family head, but you would surpass him in terms of assets and support.”
Adeline nodded slowly, processing his words. “You hinted at this when you first told me about the inheritance.”
“There’s more,” Eric added, pausing for a moment to gauge her reaction. “Your close ties with the Deverells and with me, a Landin, position our three families to significantly influence Golden Rivers. Furthermore, your growing relationship with your maternal grandfather, the De Kure patriarch, places you at the nexus of considerable power.” Eric paused, searching Adeline’s eyes. “My family – my brothers and father – are already aware of your inheritance. My father has offered to make me his heir, a position I’ve previously declined but am now reconsidering to protect our interests. He sees your potential rise in power as a pivotal moment that could align our families more closely.”
Adeline felt as though she’d been struck. Eric’s words were sincere, yet they revealed a complexity she hadn’t fully anticipated. Her grandfather’s advice echoed in her mind, urging caution yet openness to alliances. “Align us how exactly?”
“Through business and personal alliances,” Eric explained. “And you should know, Nathaniel Descott is both skilled and ambitious. In confirming your future dealings with him, I’ve learned he aims to replace his father as CEO of Legacy Partners Realty.”
This revelation made Adeline lean back, her thoughts racing as she tried to piece together all the implications. “So he’s using me to ascend within his company?”
“I wouldn’t say he’s using you,” Eric replied, his tone apologetic as he watched her expression shift from curiosity to shock. “His grandfather tasked him with managing your inheritance as a test. By the time you turn twenty-one, he would have proven his capability to handle high-net-worth clients. Keeping him as your advisor, given your connections to the other founding families, puts you in the best position to support his ascent to CEO. I thought you should know the full context before you meet him. Your decisions now will have far-reaching effects.”
Adeline absorbed this new information, her thoughts clouded with the complexity of her position. “And my father,” she began tentatively, “how do you think he will react to all this?”
“Not kindly,” Eric said bluntly. “Your inheritance will likely mean taking over his role as the family’s head. He won’t welcome such a change, especially given his enjoyment of control and authority. He won’t be able to tell you or your sister how to live your life as an O’Cean. You will be in control.”
“This is going to be tough,” Adeline murmured more to herself than to Eric. She looked up at him, her expression hardening with resolve. “Thank you for sharing this with me. It looks like I’ll need to prepare myself then. Not just for my father’s reaction, but for everyone who will see my new status as either a threat or an opportunity.”
Eric nodded, his respect for her evident. “I’ll help you strategize. We need to consider every angle – from how you’ll be perceived publicly to securing your position legally and financially. I’ll be here for you every step of the way.”
Adeline’s features softened slightly, gratitude mingling with determination. “Thank you, Eric.” She recalled her grandfather’s advice about relying on those who cared for her, using information to her advantage. “It seems I’ll need allies more than ever. If it’s okay with you, I’d like to discuss this with Nathaniel to see if he will support me in this endeavor.”
“That’s wise,” Eric affirmed with a supportive smile. “After all, it’s your future. Would you like to accompany me to pick Nathaniel up? If you stay hidden in the back seat behind the tinted glass, I’m sure we can keep your meeting confidential.”
Smiling, Adeline nodded and stood, but Eric held her back gently, noting that they still had some time. He suggested they tidy up the space and order dinner, creating a comfortable environment for her upcoming chat with Nathaniel. As Eric spoke, Adeline reflected on his actions, her trust in him deepening as they prepared for Nathaniel’s arrival. Gradually, as they exchanged ideas while organizing the place, Eric relaxed, observing Adeline’s confidence returning. Though she remained guarded, her emerging ease made him happy; he felt honored to be able to support her through this transition.
When it was time, Eric and Adeline headed to his SUV to pick up the ordered food. The drive was quick and lighter in tone compared to their earlier journey. Adeline sat in thoughtful silence in the backseat, rehearsing her words for Nathaniel Descott. The scent of freshly prepared food filled the SUV, mingling with the crisp air as they drove to Legacy Partners Realty, where Nathaniel awaited. Eric made brief introductions before they returned to the forest, Nathaniel following Eric’s detailed directions for future meetings.
Upon arriving, Eric demonstrated how to use the digital lock at the door of the container and set up dinner on the makeshift table. He then excused himself, leaving Nathaniel and Adeline to their private discussion.
Nathaniel began earnestly. “Ms. O’Cean, it’s a pleasure finally meeting you. I appreciate your reaching out. Given the sensitivity of the information we’re handling, it’s imperative that our meetings remain confidential until you turn twenty-one.”
Adeline, poised yet visibly engaged, nodded. “I understand the need for discretion, Nathaniel. And I’m eager to learn more about my inheritance and how you’ve managed it. I’ve heard I’m set to inherit about sixty percent of the O’Cean assets?”
“Sixty percent is an estimate,” Nathaniel clarified, his eyes sharp yet respectful. “Since your father has shifted his assets from our management, we assume the division remains as it was when your grandfather established your trust.”
Adeline processed this, then cautiously ventured, “Could I request something?”
“Please go ahead, Ms. O’Cean,” Nathaniel encouraged, pausing to sip his water.
“Call me Adeline,” she insisted, then continued, “I’d like to keep my inheritance quiet a bit longer, beyond my twenty-first birthday. My father is currently the patriarch, and for stability, I believe it’s best if he continues until I’m ready to step in.”
Nathaniel’s expression showed his reluctance. “I understand your concerns, Adeline, but such a delay could complicate things. We wouldn’t be able to work together without raising questions,” he explained carefully. “It might affect our strategic timing to maximize your inheritance benefits.”
Adeline met his concern with a firm resolve. “It’s crucial that the transition doesn’t destabilize my family or the company. This isn’t just about my inheritance; it’s about the legacy my family has built.”
After a thoughtful pause, Nathaniel conceded. “Alright, Adeline. There are still a few years before you turn twenty-one. We’ll proceed with caution, though I must be upfront about the risks. Keeping this under wraps could become increasingly challenging as more people become aware.”
“Thank you, Nathaniel,” Adeline expressed her relief, then gestured toward the food. “Let’s keep this meeting casual. Please, enjoy the dinner.”
As they ate, Adeline thanked Nathaniel for his discretion and the meeting. “I’ll rely on your expertise to manage my future discreetly until I’m ready,” she stated, her confidence growing.
“Of course,” Nathaniel agreed, his demeanor professional. “I’ll treat you as a full client and keep you updated on your portfolio. We can schedule regular updates and planning sessions.”
Adeline’s smile widened, feeling a semblance of control returning to her. “Thank you. Let’s continue to meet here in the forest. This container is secure and private.”
Nathaniel nodded, jotting his personal contact details on the back of his business card. “Very well. I’ll ensure everything is set up for our regular consultations. You’ll be fully briefed and prepared by the time you’re ready to take over.”
After Nathaniel left, Adeline lingered in the quiet of the container, her thoughts heavy with the weight of their discussions. Though the road ahead was daunting, she felt ready to navigate it with her advisor Nathaniel and her growing understanding of her own capabilities.
Eric reappeared to inform her that a car had been arranged for Nathaniel and that she could stay as long as she needed. Grateful for the offer, Adeline decided instead to tidy up and prepare to head home. Her mind was racing with plans and possibilities, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Her grandfather’s words echoed in her mind: knowledge is power. Armed with today’s conversations, Adeline felt empowered to take control and shape her own destiny. Glancing at Eric, she acknowledged the strength of the alliances forming around her. For now, the status quo remained, but she was ready for the day when change would be inevitable.
As she gathered her things, Eric approached with a gentle inquiry, “Would you like to debrief after your first meeting with Nathaniel?” he asked, his voice hopeful for more time in her company.
Adeline offered him a sincere smile but politely declined. “Maybe next time,” she said, her tone appreciative yet firm. “I have a lot to think about and I’m not sure I’m ready to talk about it.”
“Fair enough,” Eric responded, his azure eyes shining with a mix of understanding and patience. “Remember, you’re not alone in this. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here to help you sort through everything.”
Taking a deep breath as she stepped out from the container, Adeline felt a surge of gratitude and confidence. “Thank you, Eric. We’ll definitely be making more use of this place. I’ll be counting on your support as things unfold.”
“Always,” Eric replied with a supportive grin, securing the lock on the container. They walked back to his vehicle in comfortable silence, each step reinforcing the blossoming bond between them, a silent acknowledgment of the shared journey ahead.