Nicholas Wanted the Company

Chapter 06 - Nicholas Wanted the Company

Gavin Cross was a liar.

That did not mean everything he said was false.

Celia repeated this until Arthur wanted to throw something.

He did not.

Progress.

Gavin’s version:

Northbridge was profitable.

Very.

Nicholas Pendelton learned about the fee manipulation eighteen months before Daniel died.

Instead of immediately reporting it, Nicholas proposed buying Gavin’s stake at a discount.

Gavin refused.

Nicholas began building evidence.

Was that reform?

Leverage?

Both?

Emails answered.

Nicholas to Gavin:

You have regulatory exposure. I can solve it if you exit.

Gavin:

You want the book.

Nicholas:

I want control.

Arthur stared at that word.

Control.

Family inheritance.

Nicholas planned to acquire Northbridge, refund the worst fees, restructure it into a regulated employee lender, and fold the profits into the Community Trust.

That sounded almost noble.

Except he intended to use evidence of Gavin’s fraud to force a cheap sale rather than report it.

Blackmail wearing reform clothing.

Then Daniel found the acquisition model.

His email to Nicholas:

You’re not fixing it if you own it.

Nicholas:

I can unwind the accounts.

Daniel:

Then unwind them without buying the machine.

Arthur leaned back.

He could hear Daniel’s voice without ever having met him.

Numbers with anger.

Nicholas’s reply:

You don’t understand how family works.

Daniel:

That’s what scares me.

There.

Claire read the exchange in Helen’s office.

She cried.

Not because Daniel was perfect.

Because he sounded alive.

Stubborn.

Annoying.

Hers.

Then another email.

Daniel threatened to go to the state regulator if Nicholas did not disclose within seven days.

Nicholas asked for forty-eight hours.

On the second night, he changed Daniel’s route to retrieve originals from Hammond.

Daniel died.

What happened next?

Nicholas abandoned the purchase plan.

Did he report Northbridge?

No.

He confronted Gavin privately.

Forced him to reverse fees on forty-two active driver accounts.

Then took no public action.

Why?

Arthur already knew before reading the email.

Family.

Gavin threatened to expose Nicholas’s attempted acquisition and personal investment.

Nicholas backed down.

Forty-two accounts corrected.

Hundreds not reviewed.

Daniel dead.

System remained.

Nicholas spent the next year quietly funding the Community Trust expansion.

Guilt converted into philanthropy.

Then cut by Arthur’s budget.

History eating itself.

Arthur sat alone in Celia’s conference room.

“My brother was trying.”

Celia closed a file.

“Yes.”

“He also covered it.”

“Yes.”

“He helped some people.”

“Yes.”

“He left the machine running.”

“Yes.”

Arthur rubbed his face.

“I hate this.”

“Reality?”

“Your voice.”

She smiled.

Then prosecutors asked Arthur to cooperate.

Not because he was accused of Northbridge fraud yet.

Because his records could prove Gavin’s scheme, Dean’s destruction of evidence, and family-office knowledge.

Celia advised cooperation after negotiating protections against use beyond lawful bounds.

Arthur asked:

“What about me?”

“What about you?”

“The extortion businesses.”

Celia stared.

He continued.

“If I turn over everything, they’ll see more than Northbridge.”

“Yes.”

“Protection payments.”

“Yes.”

“Cash consulting.”

“Yes.”

“Political favors.”

“Yes.”

Arthur looked through the glass wall.

The old version of himself would have separated.

Northbridge files only.

Limited production.

Protect unrelated businesses.

Celia waited.

He knew why.

Finally:

“Everything relevant to any crime.”

Celia’s face did not soften.

Good.

“You understand what you’re saying?”

“Yes.”

“Potential indictment.”

“Yes.”

“Prison.”

Arthur swallowed.

“Yes.”

He was afraid.

No shame in accurate fear.

Then:

“Do it.”

That evening he called Claire.

Not to tell her he was brave.

To tell her his lawyers would preserve and produce records that could include Daniel’s case.

She said:

“Okay.”

No praise.

Then:

“Will it show what you did too?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

That stung.

Useful.

A week later Claire moved with the children from May’s apartment into transitional family housing.

Not Arthur’s.

A nonprofit maternal-support program Joanne helped locate.

Subsidized rent.

Childcare.

Health visiting nurse.

Claire hated accepting help.

May told her to grow up.

“Babies don’t eat pride.”

Ivy repeated this at school.

The teacher called.

Claire apologized.

Then laughed.

Her health improved.

She started physical therapy for postpartum weakness.

Not because fiction needed miraculous recovery.

Because carrying twins hurt.

She also hired an attorney experienced in employment settlements and consumer lending.

Helen remained for housing and family matters.

Two lawyers.

Arthur approved internally.

His approval irrelevant.

Good.

The Northbridge civil claim expanded.

Affected drivers organized.

Not under Arthur.

Through a labor-rights firm.

Claire joined as a named claimant only after counsel explained risks.

No pressure.

She also began part-time remote work checking payroll records for a small transportation cooperative.

Old skill.

Daniel had taught her spreadsheets.

She had taught him not to color-code everything red.

Life returning in pieces.

Then Ivy saw Arthur again.

Accident.

Hospital follow-up.

He was leaving a meeting with Celia in the same medical complex.

Ivy spotted him.

“Mr. Arthur!”

He stopped.

Claire did too.

Tension.

Arthur stayed where he was.

Ivy ran over.

New shoes blinking blue.

He noticed.

“Those are serious.”

“I told you.”

Then she pointed to two babies in the stroller.

“Eli. Noah.”

“I remember.”

She looked impressed.

Claire approached.

Not smiling.

Not hostile.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

Silence.

Then Arthur looked at the twins.

“May I?”

He meant closer.

Claire understood.

She nodded.

He crouched beside the stroller.

Eli slept.

Noah stared at him with the deep suspicion of a baby who had recently discovered ceilings.

Arthur smiled.

Then stopped himself from touching.

Ivy said:

“You can.”

Arthur looked at Claire.

Claire nodded again.

He touched Noah’s sock.

That was all.

Then Ivy asked:

“Are you going to jail?”

Claire closed her eyes.

Arthur almost laughed.

Children.

“I don’t know.”

“Why?”

“Because I did illegal things.”

Claire looked at him.

He continued.

“Not what happened to your dad.”

Important.

“But other things.”

Ivy frowned.

“Were you bad?”

Arthur thought.

“I made bad choices.”

“How many?”

Claire said:

“Ivy.”

“What?”

Arthur answered:

“Enough.”

She considered.

Then:

“Mom says people can do good and bad.”

Claire looked embarrassed.

Arthur did not.

“She’s right.”

Then Ivy pointed at the building.

“Do you have babies?”

“No.”

“Kids?”

“No.”

“Why?”

Arthur blinked.

Claire rescued him.

“Appointment.”

Ivy groaned.

They left.

Arthur watched the stroller disappear.

He did not follow this time.

That mattered.

Then Celia’s phone rang.

Federal agents had found something in Northbridge’s archived servers.

A ledger of “special recovery” payments.

One column labeled AP.

Arthur Pendelton.

Millions over six years.

He stared.

“I never got Northbridge money.”

Celia looked at him.

“Then someone used your initials.”

Again?

Maybe.

Or maybe Arthur had been benefiting through a vehicle he never bothered to understand.

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