Chapter 6 - GERALD’S LAST DEAL
Gerald offered cooperation.
Not with prosecutors initially.
With me.
Through lawyers.
He would return money.
Provide evidence against Camille and vendor executives.
Help restore foundation funds.
In exchange, Sterling Holdings would support a private civil resolution and avoid referring additional misconduct we had discovered.
Old Richard would have considered it.
Quiet.
Efficient.
Protect shareholders.
Avoid months of headlines.
Then I remembered Emma’s letter.
Competent people let you stay busy.
I rejected it.
Gerald called me personally afterward.
“You’re being self-righteous.”
“Possibly.”
“You think because your daughter got hurt, suddenly you’re clean?”
“No.”
That stopped him.
“I think I benefited from not asking questions.”
“I think I ignored Emma.”
“I think I delegated too much.”
“I think none of that gives me the right to hide what you did.”
Gerald laughed bitterly.
“You always needed me.”
True.
He had joined Sterling when we were twenty-nine.
We built acquisitions.
Survived recessions.
He was godfather at Sophie’s baptism.
Emma once trusted him too.
“What happened?”
I asked.
Silence.
“You weren’t poor.”
“You weren’t underpaid.”
“Why?”
Gerald’s voice changed.
“Because I was always your employee.”
I almost laughed.
“You owned stock worth eighty million dollars.”
“And still every room was Richard Sterling’s room.”
There it was.
Resentment.
Not need.
He and his brother-in-law created the first shell vendor because Gerald wanted money nobody could attribute to my generosity.
Then it grew.
Camille discovered discrepancies while reviewing foundation grants.
Instead of reporting them, she asked for a percentage.
Two people who resented orbiting my power built their own hidden system inside it.
Did that make me responsible?
Not for their crimes.
But maybe I had mistaken loyalty purchased through enormous compensation for relationship.
Different lesson.
Gerald continued.
“Emma was going to expose everything.”
“So you disabled her access.”
“She was dying.”
“Answer.”
“Yes.”
The word nearly destroyed thirty years of friendship.
“Did you ever think about Sophie?”
“I never touched Sophie.”
“You knew Camille was questioning her.”
“I didn’t know she was starving her.”
“I believe you.”
He sounded relieved.
I continued:
“You still signed reports you didn’t read.”
Silence.
“Funny.”
I said.
“That’s what I did with you.”
Neither of us spoke.
We had built each other’s excuses.
Gerald’s trial took nearly a year.
He ultimately pleaded guilty before the jury was seated.
Returned substantial assets.
Received prison time.
Not decades.
Enough.
Camille’s case was more complicated.
Financial charges strong.
Child-abuse charges required proving intent and specific conduct.
Marisol testified.
The gardener.
Security staff.
Sophie did not testify in open court.
A recorded forensic interview was admitted under protective procedures where permitted in our fictionalized case context. Need avoid legal realism detail? Fine.
Camille eventually accepted a plea agreement.
Prison.
Probation afterward.
Permanent restriction against unsupervised contact with Sophie.
Restitution related to financial fraud.
Some people online thought sentence too light.
Others thought billionaire influence made it too harsh.
I stopped reading comments.
Justice by strangers’ outrage was not useful.
The foundation recovered part of the money.
I personally funded the remainder of the affected school-meal grants while civil recovery continued.
At first I wanted to name a new program after Emma.
Then Dr. Feld asked:
“Would Emma want hungry children receiving food under a billionaire family’s redemption campaign?”
Probably not.
So we did not brand it.
No Sterling banner.
No gala.
Money went through existing local organizations.
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