“I have tried to explain, not at first, but they did.”
“Tony, I’m tired, too. I don’t have the energy to figure out your puzzles. I don’t plan on disclosing anything about your true identity to the media, if that’s part of your concern. I have however, learned of many misconceptions regarding me during our relationship. I do plan on correcting those errors.”
“Why?”
She sat straighter and used the words he’d said to her, “Because I can.” His micro-expression revealed his displeasure, “The world wants to know, and I’m willing to disclose.”
“It won’t happen.” He sat his glass on the table and leaned forward. “I came here to emphasize this is a waste of your time. Currently my legal team is working diligently to stop any information regarding our marriage or relationship from public media. If anything appears on the internet or anywhere else, a civil suit will immediately follow, against you, Meredith, and the offending sites.”
Claire allowed the glass to linger on her lip and watched as Tony laid the gauntlet at her feet. Finally she spoke, “Well, at least this time you have the nerve to deliver the ultimatum in person, instead of sending Brent.”
The reference to Claire’s prison visit caused Tony to straighten his stance. “I was angry about the plea.”
“You’ve made your point, now it’s my turn.”
Tony smirked, “Yes, I recall, you did like your turn.”
She ignored his implication and went on with her request, “I want a promise -- from you.”
“What promise do you want from me?”
“I want a guarantee the people in my life, the associates, and friends I’ve acquired are not in harm’s way.”
“My Claire, you give me too much credit. I’m a businessman. I don’t have the ability to cause harm to anyone much less those associated with you.”
This time Claire straightened, “Simon, John... do these names mean anything to you? How about my parents, your parents? Are there more? I can’t seem to process right now.”
“I do not take responsibility for that entire list. And explain exactly what you’re requesting.”
“Actually, I don’t believe I’m requesting anything. I’m saying, beyond a shadow of a doubt, if anything happens to me, my friends or associates, my story and the truth behind our relationship will be public. I will continue to work on the articles and stop production before everything is public. However, if anything happens to me or my friends, everything will be public knowledge. You’re welcome to do damage control but only be after the initial public response has been made and broadcast globally. As you know, once a perception is set, it’s difficult to change.”
Tony’s grip on the stem of the wine glass intensified as he changed the subject, “I don’t want you with anyone else. You’re mine and have been for a very long time.”
Although his words sent a shiver down her spine, Claire managed to respond incredulously, “That isn’t your choice. You sent me away!”
“No. You left, you drove out of our garage.” His words were stifled by his clenched jaws.
Claire stood, “Tony, I’m done with this conversation. I’m tired; however, I have a few other demands.” She didn’t wait for him to acknowledge, but continued, “John is out of jail. I want his law license reinstated. You took it away, don’t deny it. Now, bring it back. I will consider that proof of you commitment to this agreement.”
“I never liked him.”
“I’m pretty sure the feeling is and always has been mutual. Nonetheless, he never deserved what you did to him. By the way, do you know who sent me the box?”
Tony stood, walked toward the door, but stopped and faced her, “Yes,” his voice confident, “my dear, the information isn’t known by many. My list of candidates was quite limited. It didn’t take long to confirm my theory.”
She followed him toward the door. Looking up at his face she asked, “Who?”
“Good bye Claire, for now. May I have your hand?”
She spied him suspiciously, “Why?”
He didn’t answer; instead he held out his hand and waited. Reluctantly, she placed her right hand in his upturned palm. Tony bowed and touched his lips to her knuckles. While the warmth radiated up her arm, he turned her hand over. “Close your eyes.”
Weakened by his strong yet benign command, she obeyed.
“Keep them shut,” he whispered. She nodded as he reached into the pocket of his slacks, brought out a white gold chain with a pearl upon a white gold cross and placed it in her upward palm. Next, he closed her fingers around the delicate necklace and squeezed her hand. “My sign of commitment -- end this with Meredith.” He kissed her closed fingers and opened the door.