"Ten million a year. Year-end dividends calculated separately. In the entire Farley Group, aside from me, you hold the highest authority."
Kevin slid the contract across the table, a warm smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I've been waiting for this day for a very long time."
I let out a dry laugh but didn't pick up the pen. "Mr. Farley, aren't you worried I'm just a fraud playing tricks with incense and mirrors?"
Kevin's voice was unwavering. "Bertram Delgado is blind. I'm not."
"Ms. Sullivan, you don't just have talent. You have the favor of the divine."
"Three years at Delgado Group, and you took them all the way to an IPO. Everyone in the Capital knows what you're capable of."
He paused. "But before anything else, you need to retrieve the half of the Holy Cup you enshrined at Delgado Group."
"If you don't sever the karmic ties with the Delgados, your Fortune will suffer, and they'll keep draining you dry."
A jolt ran through me. He was right.
Years ago, to help Bertram Delgado survive a death calamity, I had placed half of a Holy Cup beneath the altar's base. It was the one I'd carried with me since childhood.