The Inheritance / Season 1, Episode 11
Secrets in Steel
The elevator doors slid shut with a muted clang, trapping Claire and Oliver in a polished steel box that smelled faintly of lemon cleaner and old money. The hum of the motor vibrated under their feet as the numbers ticked upward—42, 43, 44—toward Charlotte West’s office at West & Associates. Claire’s fingers tightened around the strap of her leather briefcase, the edges biting into her palm. Her jaw was set, a muscle twitching just below her ear, and she didn’t look at her brother. She couldn’t. Not after the way he’d stared at her in the lobby ten minutes ago, his voice low and cutting, slicing through the marble expanse with a single question: “What else aren’t you telling me, Claire?” Oliver leaned against the mirrored wall, arms crossed, his reflection a warped shadow beside her. He was still in yesterday’s shirt, a pale blue button-down wrinkled at the cuffs, and the stubble on his chin looked like he’d forgotten how to shave. The air between them was thick, sour with unspoken accusations. Outside, Manhattan churned below—horns blaring, the endless grind of taxis and delivery trucks—but in here, it was just the two of them, and the weight of that manila folder Charlotte had dangled like a noose last time they’d met. “You gonna answer me, or we just gonna...