Yours, For Good (Cozy Latine Billionaires #4)

6. Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Date : September 19 To : Mr. Smith From : Eleanora Subject : Mr. Diary

Dear Mr. Smith,

I have treated you as a friend when you can't be one. Not only do you hold power over me in a way that true friendship couldn't, but friendships can't be one-sided. I now understand that.

You're no more than an attempt at journaling, Mr. Smith. A diary. Except that while those writing exercises can keep my secrets, I don't know what you do with them, sir.

I've opened my heart to you and I regret that I've given you my trust like that. I don't know what's worse; the idea that you're so disinterested in me and my letters that you've never read them… or that you've read them and have been unmoved by them or, worse, careless… perhaps you have judged me harshly and I'm here, still playing the fool.

Moving forward, my vulnerability will remain mine. I will fulfill my side of the agreement, as you have yours. You will receive an executive summary and a report at the end of the month.

Sincerely,

Nora Toledo

Date : September 19 To : Mr. Smith From : Eleanora Subject : With regrets

Dear Mr. Smith,

I apologize for the email I sent an hour ago. After thinking it over a nice cup of tea, I recognize the injustice of my words, Mr. Smith.

You never asked me to think of you as a friend or to make up a silly name for you. You did nothing to make me believe I should trust you as a person and see you as someone of personal relevance in my life. You never promised any of it— that was my own desires and fantasies taking shape and I projected it all onto you.

As you see, I regret the words and the emotional tone, but the core of the message is the same. You're not an old family friend. You're my benefactor. I was the one in the wrong, confusing the two. Desperately wanting closeness isn't enough reason to demand that from you.

I promise to be civil moving forward.

Sincerely,

Nora Toledo

Javier

I walked around with a stone in my stomach these days. Nora's last few emails hammered the point further, that the money and access I provided weren't enough.

She had tried to rely on me for more, and letting her call me a silly name and treat me like an old friend had done fuck all in that regard.

I kept failing Nora, and I didn't know how to fix it.