My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 266

“Why?”

“Because the moment I say it, you are going to be insufferable about it,” I said. “And I work sixty hour weeks, and I do not have the bandwidth for insufferable.”

Zane smiled.

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It was the smile he used when he had won something and was choosing not to make a production of it, which was the thing about him that made the book situation happen in the first place.

“Dinner tonight,” he said. “Not the office. Not here. Actual dinner. A restaurant. In public.”

I looked at him.

“The ecosystem-“I started./

“The ecosystem will survive one dinner,” he said. “It has survived considerably worse feis week.”

He was not wrong about that.

“Fine,” I said. “One dinner.”

“One dinner,” he agreed.

He picked up his coffee, finished it, set the mug in my kitchen sink, and walked to the door. He stopped with his hand on the handle.

“For what it is worth,” he said, “I enjoy your pussy too.” He paused. “And your considerable contributions to my evenings.”

He left before I could throw something at him.

I stood in the middle of my apartment in my robe with my coffee and the grey Brooklyn morning outside my window and the book on my bedside table that I had definitely kept because it was good and not for any other reason.

I picked up my phone.

I had fourteen messages from Katia about the state attorney general’s response timeline, three from the Grand Prix committee’s legal team, and one from an unknown number that turned out to be Jude Wolfe’s assistant sending a very polite inquiry about whether his employer’s flowers had been received.,

I deleted that one.

I got dressed.

I had work to do.

And apparently I had dinner tonight with a man who has a good dick and wants to make things official, except I don’t do official.

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Case Dismissed

-Katia-

Marcus called at nine fourteen on a Tuesday morning.

I was at my desk reviewing the Brooklyn shipyard contract amendments when tay phone lit up with his name I answered on the

second ring.

“It’s done,” he said.

Two words. That was all.

I set my pen down.

“Define done,” I said.

“The state attorney general’s office filed the formal dismissal of all charges at nine AM this morning,” Marcus said. His voice had the quality it took on when something had gone exactly as planned – not celebratory, just settled. “Homicide. Assault. Everything that was attached to the investigation. All of it formally withdrawn. The original footage from the Wolfe Motorsport server log has been accepted as the definitive record of events. The fabricated version has been flagged as tampered evidence. The individual who uploaded it to the NYPD tip portal is now the subject of a separate investigation.”

I was quiet for a moment.

“And the formal statement?” I said.

“Being issued at ten AM,” Marcus said. “The AG’s office will be releasing a public statement acknowledging the dismissal. I negotiated the language personally. They are including a formal apology.”

I put the phone down on the desk without ending the call and looked at the wall.

A formal apology.

From the state of New York. To me.

I thought about the cell. The cold steel bench. The silk robe and the grey jumpsuit. The handcuffs clicking in the hallway of the Windsor estate at six in the morning while Aiden was being carried to the back of the property so he would not see his mother walked out in handcuffs. I thought about Delia standing outside the bars with her cream coat and her smug smile, saying, Being behind bars suits you, sis.”

I picked the phone back up.

“Send me the statement language before it goes out,” I said.

“Already in your inbox,” Marcus said.

I opened my email.

The statement was three paragraphs. Clean and formal, the language of an institution acknowledging that it had moved on front fabricated evidence and was correcting the record. The third paragraph was the one that mattered

The Office of the State Attorney General extends its formal apology to Ms. Katia Kensington for the distress caused by the wrongful arrest and subsequent proceedings. The investigation has determined that the evidence submitted to the NYPD was deliberately fabricated and that Ms. Kensington bore no responsibility for the death of Victor Hale The charges against her are dismissed with prejudice, and no further action will be taken

I read it twice.

I closed the email.

“Mans,” I said

“Yes”

“Thank you,” I said. “For all of ity’

“That is what you pay me for,” he said. Which was the most Marcus Chen thing he had ever said, and asperided a enormously.

I hung up.

Sam walked in thirty seconds later. She had clearly been waiting outside the door because the came in with two coffees and the expression of someone who had been tracking the situation in real time and had timed her entrance to land exactly after the ended.

“Done?” she said.

“Done,” I said.

She set the coffee on my desk and sat down.

We were quiet for a moment. The office was doing its usual morning thing around us – the hum of the building, the distant on noise through the glass, the steady pulse of a company that had kept running through everything

“The statement goes public at ten,” I said.

“I know,” Sam said. “I have the PR team standing by. The moment it drops, we push our own statement through at chanels. I drafted it last night.” She slid a single sheet of paper across the desk. “Brief. Dignified. No dramatics.”

I read it.

1* Technologies welcomes today’s dismissal of all charges and the formal apology issued by the State Attorney General’s office Ms. Kensington remains focused on delivering the Brooklyn infrastructure project and thanks her legal team, partners, and the public for their support throughout this period.

“Perfect,” I said.

Sam nodded.

I leaned back in my chair and looked at the ceiling for a moment.

Eighteen months of Victor Hale. The lawsuit, the planted articles, the fabricated footage, the arrest, the cell, and the handcuffs in the Windsor estate hallway. Tessa Sterling and the board meeting and the Grand Prix and three cars bising the service exa Jude Wolfe and the press conference and the flowers in the incinerator and the titanium screws in his jaw

And now a three paragraph statement and a formal apology from the state of New York

It did not feel like victory exactly. Victory was louder than this. This felt like the moment after a very long storm when the rain had finally stopped andshe city was wei and quiet and you were standing in it trying to remember what the air was supposed to

smell like.

My phone buzzed.

Julian.

One line.

Saw the statement. It’s done.

I looked at it for a moment.

I typed back.

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YOU

I put the phone face dowiron the desk.

“The board meeting is at eleven, Sam said, standing up.

“I know,” I said.

“And Jude’s forty-eight hours are up at noon,” she said.

I looked at her.

“I know that too,” I said.

Sam picked up her coffee.

“For what it’s worth,” she said at the door, “you handled all of it. Every single přece of it. Without breaking,” She paused. “I just want you to know that.”

She left before I could say anything back.

I sat in the quiet of my office with the morning light coming through the glass and the city moving below me and the formal dismissal sitting in my inbox and thought about my boy who had not seen any of it. Who had been at the back of the Windsor estate with Gail making breakfast when the police came? Who had sat in the garden with his notepad and told Delia he did not go out with pretenders.

I picked up my coffee.

I went back to work.

The storm was over.

What came next was the harder thing.

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