“Diana’s letter says you’re keeping it.”
“That is what I intend to do.”
“And sixty-three percent…”
“Documented.”
“I had no idea.”
“I know.”
“You were paying all that?”
“Yes.”
“While I was saying you contributed nothing.”
“Yes.”
“Because my mother said…”
“Yes.”
His voice changed.
“I need to call you back.”
An hour later, Felix called again.
This time, he sounded shaken.
“I talked to my mother.”
I waited.
“She knew.”
“Knew what?”
“About your income.”
I stopped moving.
“What?”
“She has a friend with connections in the financial industry. Not at your firm, but apparently close enough that she had some idea what you earned.”
I said nothing.
Felix continued.
“She knew you were making good money.”
“And?”
“And she kept telling me you contributed nothing.”
The silence on my end seemed to make him hear his own words more clearly.
“Rachel…”
“Yes?”
“What does that mean?”
