Blackwell Investments Finale

"Now that that's done," Nathaniel Rockefeller muttered, his voice laced with a dry satisfaction as he watched the Blackwell girl step out of the apartment, escorted by two of the guards he'd summoned. Their instructions were clear: take her to Barbara, keep her safe, and above all—keep her under watch.

He hadn't intended to grant her request. In fact, his initial instinct had been a firm rejection. Caroline Blackwell was emotional, too curious, and too naive to be of any use to him. But then, as he considered her again, a thought had wormed its way into his mind like smoke curling through the cracks: she was useful.

Having the next generation Blackwell indebted to him? Under his influence?

That was a move worthy of Rockefeller blood.

And so, after ensuring every variable was contained—after calling the Longbottoms, informing Them of the visitor, smoothing every wrinkle—he agreed.