Page 116 of The Final Gambit
Me.
Alisa held a glass of champagne but stood back from the group. She was the only one who knew what was about to happen.
“Three…”
“… two…”
“… one.”
“Happy New Year!” Xander yelled. The next thing I knew, confetti was flying everywhere. I had no idea where Xander had gotten confetti, but he continued to produce it, seemingly out of nowhere.
“Happy new life,” Jameson corrected. He kissed me like it was New Year’s Eve, and I savored it.
I’d survived a year in Hawthorne House. I had fulfilled the conditions of Tobias Hawthorne’s will. I was a billionaire. One of the richest, most powerful people on the planet.
And I hadA Plan.
“Shall I?” Alisa asked me. Nash’s eyes narrowed. He knew her—and that meant he knew quite well when she was up to some-thing.
“Do it,” I told Alisa.
She turned the flat-screen television on and to a twenty-four-hour financial channel. It took a minute or two, but then theBREAKING NEWSbeacon flashed across the screen.
“Precisely what kind of breaking news?” Grayson asked me.
I let the reporter answer for me. “We’ve just received word that Hawthorne heiress Avery Grambs has officially inherited the billions left to her by the late Tobias Hawthorne. After estate taxes and taking into account appreciation over the past year, the current value of the inheritance is estimated to be upward of thirty billion dollars. Ms. Grambs has announced—”
The reporter cut off, the words dying in his throat.
For the second time in my life, I felt every pair of eyes in a room turn to me. There was an eerie symmetry between this moment and the moment right before Mr. Ortega had read the final terms of Tobias Hawthorne’s will.
“Ms. Grambs has announced,” the reporter tried again, his voice strangled, “that as of midnight, she has signed paperwork transferring ninety-four percent of her inheritance into a charitable trust to be distributed in its entirety in the next five years.”
It was done. It was legal. I couldn’t have undone it even if I’d wanted to.
Thea was the first one to break the silence. “What the hell?”
Nash turned to his ex-fiancée. “You helped her give away all that money?”
Alisa raised her chin. “The partners at the firm didn’t even know.”
Nash let out a low chuckle. “You are so getting fired.”
Alisa smiled—not the tight, professional smile she normally used, but a real one. “Job security isn’t everything.” She shrugged. “And as it so happens, I’ve accepted a new position at a charitable trust.”
I couldn’t quite bring myself to look at Jameson. Or Grayson. Or even Xander or Nash. I hadn’t asked for their permission. I wasn’t going to be asking for forgiveness, either. Instead, I thrust my chin out, the way Alisa had. “You’ll all be receiving your invitations to join the board of the Hannah the Same Backward as Forward Foundation soon.”
Silence.
This time, it was Grayson who broke it. “You want us to help you give it away?”
I met his eyes. “I want you to help me find the best ideas and the best people to determine how to give it all away.”
Libby frowned. “What about the Hawthorne Foundation?” In addition to Tobias Hawthorne’s fortune, I’d also inherited control of his charitable enterprise.
“Zara’s agreed to stay on for a few years while I’m otherwise occupied,” I answered. The Hawthorne Foundation had its own charter, which laid out the minimum and maximum percentage of its assets that could be given away each year. I couldn’t empty it out—but I could make sure that my foundation had different rules.
That my inheritance wouldn’t stayearmarkedfor charity for long.
