“Still ringing up T-shirts and polishing mugs?” His voice cracked, caught somewhere between a whisper and a growl.
I inclined my head. “Unless you’re firing me.”
“My own daughter? Not likely.” He didn’t like me working, but he had to maintain appearances as well. “Of course, quit now and I’ll buy you a new car. Didn’t you say you had your eye on that Aston Martin?”
I thought of the Vanquish, and sighed. “Thanks, Daddy, but I’m saving up for it myself.”
Xavier stared. It would take decades to afford that car on my salary. He finally grunted and half turned on his pillow. Helen moved to help, but a low growl had her jerking back. I knew who was really in control here, but neither of them knew that I knew, so in front of me she had to at least pretend to be servile.
“Then this should help.” Xavier pulled a giant wad of bills, wrapped in a rubber band, from behind his pillowcase. Laboriously, he reached back and followed it up with another. I clasped the bundles to my chest, barely able to get my hands around each.
“You sleep with your money?” I was unable to stop myself from asking.
At the same time, Helen asked, “Is this from the safe?”
A madman’s fury bloomed behind his eyes, and I stepped back, more surprised than alarmed. “Don’t question me about my own money! I’ve earned every cent!”
I scented the gaseous odor of her contempt, and knew she’d like to snap his neck like a matchstick. She wanted to do it in front of me. Instead she sucked in a deep breath, then let it out through her nose…a sliver of briny hate leaking like a noxious fume. Olivia would never scent it, so I gave no indication that I could, but Xavier immediately began hacking. It sounded like his heart was trying to climb through his throat. Helen chose that moment to leave.
“Shh, it’s all right. Just be calm. And of course you’ve earned every cent,” I said when he was comfortable again. My job now was to keep Xavier occupied while Felix took care of Helen…though I could see I needn’t bother. Xavier couldn’t even sit up on his own after that last attack. “And that’s what I want to do too. Earn it myself. Make my own way in this world.”
I held the bundles out, but he waved them away with an irritable grunt and knuckles too large for the rest of his hands. “Just take it. Use it as toilet paper. I don’t care.”
I stared at the money for a moment, then tossed it into my handbag. “Daddy, Helen says you’re…” I hesitated, swallowing hard, and tried again. “Well, that you think you’re…that you might be-”
“Dying. Jesus, Olivia, just say it!” Xavier’s body jerked, the covers slipping down those nonexistent shoulders again. “I am dying. I’m scheduled for open-heart surgery the day after tomorrow. I won’t live through it. I’ve known that for a while now.”
“Is that why you let the household staff go?”
“They’re not gone. They’re temporarily released, with pay. I’m sure most will be happy to return to their positions, if you’ll have them. My suggestion is that you allow it. This ship runs smoothly.”
“Shh.” I smoothed my hand over his brow, my cool flesh against his heated skin, remembering that Helen had said to keep him settled, and Olivia would endeavor to do just that. When he was reclined again, breath as settled as it was going to get, I straightened. “Okay, but Daddy, why did you release them?”
“Because I don’t want an audience when I die.” This time he merely sounded weary. “A man shouldn’t have to worry about who’s listening while he’s in the throes of his last breath.”
I opened my mouth to protest, some nonsense about how he wasn’t dying and he couldn’t give up, that the doctors were overreacting and he’d come out of it just fine.
He cut me off with a hard glance. “It’s fine. The long illness has given me a chance to get my affairs in order. Including this.”
He jerked his head at a thick black binder resting atop the bedside table. I flipped it open to find graphs and charts and things I really didn’t understand.
“A log of all my businesses, properties, and acquisitions. There’s another for pending developments. I’ll have one of my lawyers go over those with you, but this is a good start.”
I paged through the folder, grateful for the dim light that kept the smooth pads of my fingertips from gleaming unnaturally. “A start to what?”
“To taking over my empire. Someone needs to when I’m gone.”
I lifted my head and audibly swallowed my gum. “No. You’re going to get better.”
He saw the lie in my eyes, and responded in kind. “Just in case, then.”
I looked away, actually panicking, feeling far less at ease with this binder in my hands than my weapon. “Well, why can’t someone else do it? Someone on the board? Maybe we could sell it to MGM?” God knew they owned practically everything else.
“Because you’re my daughter. An Archer. And the only one I can truly trust.” He didn’t seem to notice when I looked away at that. “Besides, now that you’ve sold your illicit underground enterprise to one Maximus X, you won’t have to divide your time.”
My mouth fell open before I could stop it. “You know about that?”
His smile was self-satisfied and he looked himself for the first time since I’d entered the room. “I’ve known since you hacked into the Archer Enterprises database.”
“Oh, that.” I ducked my head, mind spinning. Olivia had done that at sixteen. She might have been built like a brick house, but it was her mind that was really mighty.
To chide me for it now, both the hacking and the interest in “indelicate activity” must have seemed senseless. He also glossed over the morality of the illegal activity. “So the timing is…convenient.”
Selling it had been necessary. I didn’t possess the facility with computers my sister had. Although Maximus hadn’t been happy with his gorgeous debutante bailing on their covert plans to take over the world, he’d gotten a smokin’ deal on the business.
For the first time, I wondered if Helen wasn’t the only one in the household who’d been lulled into complacency. If Xavier had been keeping an eye on Olivia’s secret life and I hadn’t known it, what did that say about my powers of observation?
“Everything’s in there,” Xavier continued. “Just read it carefully, and call John if you have any questions. His card is up front. I’ve seen to it that you’re the controlling investor. The board members value their positions…and they’ve also signed contracts that allow you to fire them on the spot. Even if they don’t respect you at first, they’ll respect your power.”
“Power,” I said airily. It always came down to that, didn’t it? All of life’s wars, from the bedroom to the battlefield, seemed to be fervent bids for power.
“Power,” he repeated, all the strength in his body concentrated in that one word. It was like a spring trap in the air. “Promise me, though, whatever you do, whatever decisions you make-whether they affect one person or all of Archer, Inc.-you will remember to always put others above yourself.”
I couldn’t hide my surprise. This, coming from a man who lorded himself over the entire city? Someone who treated family like servants, servants like subjects, and subjects as pawns to be thrown about a boardroom according to his whim? Someone who’d literally sold his soul for power?
He heard all these thoughts in my hesitation. “True,” he sighed, “it’s something I paid little heed to in building this empire, but I’ve learned since then. When it comes to deciding between someone else’s well being or your own, you must always choose the other person. It’s the difference, you see.”
“What difference?”
“Between you and them.”
I sucked in a sharp breath, and glanced up at the security camera in the corner before I could stop myself. Helen had ostensibly placed it there in case Xavier needed help at night. I thought I saw Xavier glance at it too, but I couldn’t be sure in the dim light. “Them, who?”