A Collateral Attraction (10 page)

“I need a Xanax,” I say as I slump against my seat. We’re up in the air at whatever-thousand feet playing tag with Ethan’s plane and at this point, I’m beyond caring.

“No, you don’t.”

“Do you think your crew has some that I can, you know, take to relax?”

“No,” Heath replies sternly as he places his hands on the armrests and leans forward, his face so close to mine. “And even if they did, they know better than to distribute prescription medication to someone who clearly does not need it.”

“And how do you know that I don’t need it? You barely know me.”

“I know you well enough to see that you’re not a pathetic copy of Blythe,” he pauses as he sees me look away. “And I also know that you heard most of my conversation with Harris, though I don’t understand why you had to lie to me — not when you’re the only one left for me to trust, just as I am the only left for you to trust as well.”

“I didn’t mean to lie to you, I just panicked,” I say as Heath settles into the VIP seat across from me. “My conversation with Blythe fared just as bad as yours, if not worse.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he says. “But I hope you understand what I’m saying, Billie, that there’s no one else for us to trust but each other.”

I nod, as the flight attendant brings us some coffee, setting our cups on the table between us. After my half-hour swim in the ocean and the breakfast with Harris where I fell for all his lies, I really want to hop in the shower and wash the morning away. But I also need to ask Heath all the questions going through my mind.

“Harris just accused you of orchestrating this whole thing with Blythe,” I say. “And while I can see that he was always going to support his godson, are you really that hated, Heath, that even a fellow board member accuses you of blackmailing your own brother in case he happens to blackmail you first — which is exactly what Ethan is doing.”

Heath takes a few moments to think of his answer but as he does, he watches me, his eyes narrowing. Is he wondering if I can be trusted at all? Not that I can blame him for doubting me, not when I refused to heed his warning about Harris.

“What if I told you that I’m not Edgar Kheiron’s son?”

“Aren’t you?”

He shakes his head. “My older sister Jessica, who is married to Harris’ oldest son, Daniel, is 35, Ethan is 32 and I’m 28. The only reason I’m telling you our ages is because shortly after Ethan was born, unknown to my mother, Edgar had a vasectomy. Do you know what that is?”

I nod. “It’s when the man has his tubes tied — or something like that.”

“Apparently, it’s an outpatient procedure and one that he didn’t feel anyone else needed to know about, not even my mother. That way he could have a woman in every port and not worry about little girls and little boys running around carrying his name. Aunt insert-name-here became the subtle nod to the position they held as his mistress, whether she was in Paris, Rome, San Francisco, or Midtown Manhattan. They all had their own apartments, houses, staff, shopping sprees, and monthly allowances. They could do anything they wanted, as long as they were discreet about it and in no way, embarrass or confront his wife. Also, no kids. That was his rule.”

“Do Ethan and Jessica know that you’re their half-brother?”

“Not that I know of,” Heath replies. “However, judging from the way Jessica has avoided all my calls for the last two days, and Ethan flew to Saint Lucia to talk to Harris personally, it’s safe to say that if they didn’t know, they do now.”

“And most likely taking it so negatively that they’re going to call you a fraud?  You’re still their half-brother.”

“True, but not a Kheiron.  There’s a big difference.”

“When did you first find out?” I ask.

“I was seven. Ethan was already in England for his studies and Jessica was in finishing school in Switzerland,” he says. “Mom and dad were having an argument in their room — something about the women he had in every city he went to, and she wasn’t going to have any of it anymore. I think one of them confronted her at Saks, flaunted some jewelry that Edgar got her and my mother lost it and wanted a divorce, one that would have left him with an allowance of $120,000 a year — as detailed in their pre-nuptial agreement. That’s when he told her that he knew I wasn’t his, and that he had a vasectomy right after Ethan was born.”

“So he blackmailed her,” I whisper.  “That’s awful.  That must have been horrible for you to hear all that.”

He shrugs. “Such was life in the Kheiron house.  It was either all silence or all arguments. Sometimes I preferred the arguments because it was the only way the truth would ever come out of both of them. But that night, that’s how I learned exactly where most, if not all, of Kheiron Industries’ money came from. It wasn’t from my dad, or his business partners.”

“Where did it come from?”

“My mother’s family.  She’s an Ettinger.” When I look at him blankly, he continues. “They’re like the Vanderbilts or the Rockefellers, though not as rich as the Rockefellers. My great-grandfather and my grandfather, her father, made sure to protect family money by putting it in certain trust funds — all twelve of them.”

I stare at him. I have no idea what he means by the twelve trust funds, though I have a suspicion it has something to do with keeping the wealth within the family, where in locking up their assets for 20 or 30 years and setting up a fixed amount in charitable donations, whatever is left at the end of the term would go the beneficiaries without any tax bill — or something like that.

“Anyway, my mother’s family  made their fortune in shipping.  Of course, we’ve diversified since then, but after her older brother died in a boating accident, my grandfather set up most everything in charity trust funds just before he died, which was around the time I was born.”

“Do I even have to ask how much these charity funds were?”

“Let’s say that with just one of those funds, its return on investment, or what we call ROI, was big enough to fund my father’s entry into energy, metals though they’ve since diversified into oil,” Heath says.

“So basically you’re saying your mother’s family’s got a ton of money.”

“Basically,” he says, smiling sheepishly. “But that’s not my point in all this. My point is that Kheiron Industries was funded primarily by my mother’s money, and my mother in turn holds — or held — millions of shares that’s handled by someone other than my father or anyone affiliated to him.”

“Okay.”

“That night, when I was seven, I learned about my father’s many mistresses, my mother’s misery and guilt and her shame-” he pauses, takes a deep breath and exhales, “Me. Edgar told her that he wasn’t going to tell anyone about what she’d done-”

“Wait just a minute,” I say angrily. “No offense, but how can he have a woman in every port and your mother can’t even do the same thing, even if it’s just one man to his ten mistresses?”

“He had six.  Luisa, Melinda, Connie, Daphne, Yuki and Brooke, and every one of them an aunt,” Heath says, hooking his index and ring fingers to emphasize the word
aunt
. “But yes, he expected her to be a loyal wife, and when she wasn’t — he had her diagnosed with clinical depression complete with suicidal tendencies, and she was committed to a mental institution for about four months all because she threatened to divorce him.”

Heath swallows, as if the words have become difficult to say and I reach across the table to hold his hand, grateful that he doesn’t pull away.

“When my mother returned from the mental hospital — they’d subjected her to electric shock therapy and heaven knows what else — I promised her I’d take care of her,” he says, his jaw clenching. “And I don’t intend to break that promise, even if I have to jet halfway around the world to get a piece of paper that will tell the world that someone other than Edgar Kheiron fathered her youngest son.”

“How does that make you a fraud?”

“Just semantics, nothing more. A fraud is defined as dishonesty calculated for advantage, and to Ethan, who may not know the version of my mother’s mistake that I know, my appointment to the board is just another one of those dishonest acts, though my appointment wasn’t exactly an accident. They didn’t have a choice.”

“What do you mean?”

“After my father died, Ethan and Jackson were appointed to the board, along with Harris and Aaron Gates, who’s since retired and is now chairman emeritus,” Heath replies. “Ethan was never cut out for the job, but I couldn’t have cared less. I had my own company, and I was making my own money.”

“Yet here you are,” I say, “on the board of Kheiron Industries.”

“My father — or rather, Edgar — almost ran the company to the ground just before he stepped down. When Ethan stepped in, he almost signed its death warrant. When you find yourself having to use company stock to cover outside investments and sell millions of shares in the process, it’s a message to everyone that there’s blood in the water. The company was almost taken over.”

“And that’s when you came in,” I say.

“That’s when Tyler and I came in,” Heath says. “To save the company she helped build with her family money, she asked me to do whatever I could to save it, even after what Edgar did to her.  She didn’t want her legacy destroyed, not when there were ways to save it.  So she passed on her shares to me which made me majority shareholder.”

“Just you?  What about Ethan and Jessica?  Don’t you think that’s unfair?”

He shrugs. “They have their shares from the trust, Billie, while this was primarily a business decision.  As chairman of the board, I’d also own majority of the shares which would have made any hostile takeover bid next to impossible.”

I really wish I understood everything Heath just said, and I think I do. As the flight attendants serve lunch, I realize Heath made it as simple as possible for even a child to understand and for that, I’m grateful. But most of all, I’m grateful for his honesty, and I hope that when it comes down to it, when it’s finally my turn to talk, I hope I can be just as honest to him as he has been with me, no matter how painful.

“Would you step down, if it means that your mother’s affair won’t be exposed?” I ask after the flight attendants have cleared our table.

“Who’s to say it’s not going to be exposed anyway? Or that people aren’t already talking about it?” he asks. “This game between Ethan and I, with him stealing letters addressed to my mother from my real father even if he doesn’t name himself, is just a game between brothers. It’s nothing new under the sun, at least where Ethan and I are concerned. What does he care about letters that won’t have any impact on the the company’s profits other than giving people something to talk about during their fancy parties?”

“The embezzlement involving your sister, on the other hand,” Heath adds, “is a game that has nothing to do with Ethan and I. It was going on long before Blythe came into the picture — for at least four or five months.”

“So you lied about the fraud starting only when she started dating Ethan?” I ask, my eyes narrowing.

“Not exactly.  It just worsened after she came into the picture,” Heath replies. ”Before Blythe, money was already being funneled into fake companies with made-up invoices and tracking numbers, all under Ethan’s name.  Some of them were angel investments to companies that didn’t exist, but with Ethan investing in so many things, it wasn’t that unusual to have something lose money.  Unfortunately, the companies don’t even exist which also affects annual returns.”

“And no one caught it?”

“Not while the company was in the midst of a restructuring right after Edgar died, and after Ethan’s three-month tenure as President,” Heath says. “It was a madhouse then.”

“And Blythe?”

“She just made it easier for the discrepancies to be spotted, what with the $25K monthly allowance Ethan gives her on top of everything else — only this time he’s using company funds.”

“But why would he do that? You told me he’s worth a hundred million. Four million is a drop in the bucket for him.”

“An oversight maybe?” Heath says, shrugging. “After all, ever since his polo ranking fell from top 20 to top 100 when he thought he could play CEO for three months, I’m sure his focus is only on his game now. That’s the one thing Ethan and I that we have in common. We’re obsessive when we want something, even to the point of sacrificing things we love. He lost a few sponsorship deals because of that brief excursion into big business. And whenever Ethan puts the blinders on to get something he wants, nothing else matters.”

“Not even embezzlement that could put away the woman he’s supposed to marry?” I ask.

“But he’s also very insulated from the rest of the world, Billie, and he has been since he was a child. He never travels alone. Right now, he’s traveling with Jackson Denman, whom you’ve met, and Jackson’s wife, Charlene,” Heath says. “They both work with Ethan, along with Richard Pressman, Ethan’s long-time assistant. Richard used to play polo but he never really got as good as Ethan. Never even broke the top 100.”

“Who else?”

He thinks for a moment. “Four bodyguards.”

“Why aren’t you traveling with any? You’re president of a multi-billion dollar company-”

“This trip isn’t on my calendar.”

“So if this little trip isn’t on your calendar, what is?”

“Santa Barbara, which is where we’re headed, in case I forgot to tell you since it’s also where Ethan and Blythe are heading to,” he replies. “Once we’re there, I hope you can get Blythe to see what’s really happening and just get her out of the way, however you do it. After that, I can have you both flown home to Nevada City, and I’ll have your things shipped to you from New York.”

“So this charade ends after Santa Barbara then.”

He nods. “Yes. Whoever’s behind the embezzlement is in Ethan’s team. It could be Jackson, Charlene, Richard, or someone else he may have working for him in the office back in New York. It could even be Blythe herself.”

I frown. “What guarantee can you give me that she won’t get charged with fraud or embezzlement?”

“I can’t guarantee you anything,” Heath says, shrugging. “You just have to get her out of Ethan’s circle so she doesn’t end up collecting four million dollars that’s sitting in Swiss bank accounts with her name on it, which according to their flight plan, is where they’re going to next.”