The Pact. Jennifer Sturman
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Emma’s actually going through with this. If only there were some way to talk her out of it.”
Jane had stretched out on her back to observe the night sky, but now she struggled back up into a sitting position and turned to face us. “You know, I’ve tried to talk to Emma about Richard and the wedding and everything. More than once. I thought that coming from me, since I’ve already been married for such a long time and everything, it might have some weight. But she shuts down as soon as you try to talk to her about him. She just gets really tense and says that everything’s fine and then changes the subject.”
“It’s true, Hil. I’ve tried to talk to her, too,” I said. “And it’s pretty much a guaranteed way to end a conversation of any depth with Emma. I don’t understand it at all. I mean, it seems so obvious that she’s not really happy with him. She’s clearly not eating enough or sleeping well, and she can’t get any work done. But she also seems determined to go through with this.” The argument she’d had with her father had made that all too clear.
“I know all that,” answered Hilary, exasperated. “The last time I was in New York I kept her up half the night haranguing her about all the rumors I’d heard about Dicky when we both lived in Los Angeles, after college. All of the sleazy business deals and random affairs. He was notorious when he was there, he really was. And Emma didn’t bother to deny any of it, or to defend him. In fact, she didn’t even get upset. I sort of thought it would piss her off, my saying all of those things. But she just nodded her head and didn’t say anything except that she’d be fine and not to worry about it. It was like talking to a wall.”
Luisa exhaled an impatient stream of smoke. “Look, Hilary, I’ve spoken to Emma about Richard as well. When she came to me about the prenuptial agreement—”
“What? Emma signed a prenup? Why? She’s the one with all of the money!” Hilary was incredulous. So was I. This was the first I’d heard of a prenuptial agreement.
“Mierda. I thought you all knew. Forget I mentioned it.”
“The cat’s out of the bag on this one, Luisa. You might as well tell us the whole thing now,” said Jane.
“Did Emma’s parents make them sign one? To protect her in some way from Richard?” I asked. That would have been a relief.
“No, no. Nothing like that. It was all Richard’s idea. Apparently he insisted on it.”
“Richard’s idea?” I repeated. “I don’t get it.” Emma’s family could buy and sell Richard a hundred times over. I doubted that they had any interest whatsoever in his assets, whatever they might be.
“But,” protested Hilary, “isn’t the point of a prenup to make sure that the person with the money gets to keep it in case of a divorce?”
“Usually,” said Luisa, lighting another cigarette.
“Well, what does the prenup say?” I asked.
“I don’t know—I never read it. As far as I could tell, it was already a done deal when Emma came to me. Richard and his lawyers had prepared it, but Emma needed to review it with independent counsel before she signed it, and she wanted me to help her find someone. I had to send her to another firm, of course. We focus on international commerce, not New York State law, let alone domestic affairs.”
“Why didn’t she go to her family attorney?” I asked. I couldn’t imagine that people as wealthy as the Furlongs didn’t have an entire battalion of lawyers at a discreet midtown firm, watching out for their interests and billing for every six minutes of service.
“She did. But for whatever reason they suggested that she get someone else to represent her. It seems hard to believe, but perhaps their firm doesn’t have a department that handles marital law.” Luisa sounded skeptical. Or, I thought, reading into what she’d left unsaid, they couldn’t advise Emma, in good faith, to sign it.
“I don’t get it. Why would Richard insist on a prenup? I mean, if Emma’s the one with all the…” Jane’s voice trailed off. She was too well brought up to remark explicitly on Emma’s extraordinary wealth.
“Ugh. God only knows what goes on in Richard’s slimy little mind. He probably had some slimy reason of his own,” said Hilary.
“Maybe he was trying to prove that he didn’t have any slimy reasons,” Jane ventured. She insisted on looking for the good in everyone, even when there was none to be found.
“Oh, Richard’s all about slime and slimy reasons,” said Hilary. “I don’t trust his motives one bit. I bet he can’t wait to get his hands on Emma’s money.”
“From what I’ve heard, he already has,” I said. “There are rumors in New York that the Furlongs are the silent partners backing Richard’s new agency. They’re only rumors, but where there’s smoke there tends to be fire in situations like these. I don’t know where else he could possibly have gotten the money. The offices are gorgeous, and the launch party he had must have cost a fortune.”
“You’re kidding,” said Jane in disbelief.
“I wish,” I replied.
“What a skunk,” said Hilary. “You’d think he could at least wait until after the wedding to start raiding Emma’s bank account.”
“The money’s certainly attractive to him, but I think he’s even more excited about all of the other advantages that come with being part of the Furlong family,” said Luisa.
“What do you mean?” Jane asked.
Hilary snorted. “Come on, Jane. Money can buy some things, but not everything. Talk about a name that opens doors! Emma’s father is literally world-famous and has all of these incredible art world connections. And Emma’s mother is related to half of American history, what with all of the Winthrops and Mathers and Jeffersons in her family tree.”
“And let’s not forget the Astors and Rockefellers and Du Ponts,” I added.
“Plus all of the things that money can’t really buy,” Hilary continued. “All the Social Register bullshit and seats on philanthropic boards and photos in W and Vogue. Oh, and did I mention club memberships? Dicky’s probably drooling over the prospect of his own locker at the Racquet Club.”
“Okay, okay, I get the point,” said Jane. “But if this is all so clear to us, why isn’t it clear to Emma? What is she thinking?”
In the moonlight I saw Luisa arch one thin dark brow. “I wish I knew. It’s as if she’s sleepwalking through the entire thing.”
“Maybe there’s something to Richard that we can’t see,” Jane said.
“Like what?” Hilary challenged. “He loves animals? He’s kind to his mother?”
“I don’t think even that’s true,” said Luisa dryly.
“Emma’s not stupid,” Jane answered. “And while her taste in men has always—” she struggled to put it delicately “—left something to be desired, she’s always figured it out in the end. There must be something good in him.” She was clearly hoping that if she said it enough times she would start to believe it.
“Well, whatever it is, he’s managed to keep it pretty well hidden,” said Hilary.
“That’s for sure,” said Luisa.
“Here’s what else I don’t get,” said Hilary. “Even if Emma’s been suckered by Richard, I can’t imagine her parents falling for him. They’re much too savvy. And Emma’s so close to them—if they had any objections, she would have taken them seriously. But they—well, especially Mrs. Furlong—seem completely gung ho about this wedding. It sounds like it’s going to be a real three-ring circus, what with the hundreds of guests and two bands and champagne flowing out of fountains.”
I wondered if I should say anything about the exchange I’d overheard earlier between Emma and