Page 15 of The Terms of Us


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So, we stopped asking, we learned to self-govern. To follow rules. To trust competence over emotion. The pact was never spoken aloud.

We don’t leave each other.

We studied together. Covered for each other. Learned who could be relied on when things went wrong. Trust wasn’t emotional; it was earned through consistency.

Ironically, we grew up to formalize everything else.

Northwell came later.

Not named for sentiment. Not tied to family legacies or personal history. We wanted something neutral. Unreadable. Impossible to trace back to Blackridge.

North, for direction. Stability. True bearing.

Well, for depth. Resources. Something that didn’t run dry.

We don’t drift. We don’t collapse.

And we kept expanding into everything from real estate and finance to private investments, tech infrastructure, and a legal arm to bind it all together.

Nothing without terms.

No emotional entanglements.

Loyalty over love.

Control equals safety.

If it breaks, contain it.

Those rules had kept us alive.

We all had our places, our roles to fill.

Elliot was the only choice for CEO, one of us who is warm enough to charm and still cool enough to be ruthless.

Rowan handles our tech, security and settles into the role of fixer. Not just for us but for our companies. This allowed him privacy, quiet and control.

Caleb handles our investments and is our CFO. He is quiet in a calculated way. I wonder if that is regret or introspection in his eyes. Not that we talk about the ghosts in our closets.

And me? I am the lawyer. A cliché, I am sure; some say I am cold, but I prefer controlled and precise.

I loosened my tie and stared out at the city.

Men like us didn’t believe in fate. We believed in leverage. In preparation. In seeing problems before they form.

And yet.

Her voice surfaced again, fragile under the tension. The way she’d saidI’ve got itlike it was both a promise and a lie. I knew that posture, not from empathy, from memory.

My father’s words followed close behind.

A measured risk. An accessory.

I rubbed a hand over the rough stubble starting to grow in.

She wasn’t a solution.

She wasn’t a strategy.