Her green eyes reflected anguish when she met his. “Don’t get me wrong, I love him. Maybe a little too much.” She looked away as tears filled her eyes. She knew deep down inside she was still in love with him, yet she questioned if he was with her.
She composed herself and looked at Spencer. “That being said, I cannot continue to be with a man that disrespects me. And I’m fucking sick of taking care of him and cleaning up his shit. I’ve done this over and over, Spence, and it’s time to break the mold—break the pattern. I’m fucking thirty-one years old. I deserve so much better than this.”
Spencer stewed with anger. “I’ll fucking kill him.”
Kit rolled her eyes. “Please, Spence. Knock it off.” She met his eyes and grinned. “I appreciate the sentiment, but let’s not overcomplicate things by bringing murder into this. We just cleaned up the office for chrissakes.”
They both burst into laughter. She giggled. “Oh that was fucked up! Seriously, Spence, it’s not worth you getting into it. Just be cordial and professional. He is an artist of KMK. Like you said, he’s got a vested interest. He helped us build it to what it is today. He’s been a great brother-in-law to you. He is the quintessential professional when it comes to his career. He’s holding to his artist and publishing contracts and GT is making us a shitload of money. And who knows how much longer GT will sustain. We gotta milk the cash cow before it runs dry and it may very soon.”
She folded her hands and nodded. “Sully can have an epic career on his own. He will sell out arenas all by himself, no doubt. He’s one of the best frontmen this world has ever seen. Bottom line, keep it professional. From a management standpoint, he’s the stallion in our stable and it would be to our detriment to upset the ecosystem of our KMK corral.” She wagged her finger at him. “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, even if he is your soon to be estranged brother-in-law.” She sipped her wine slowly.
Spencer sat back, the wheels turning in his head for a moment. “Wait a minute, Kit. You said Sean Finley has accounts of Sully screwing around and using on tour?”
She nodded. “Yeah, why?”
He shook his head. “That violates his inheritance agreement with Tilly’s estate. And if you do go through with a divorce, that violates Moira’s inheritance agreement too. One of the terms of her inheritance was that you and Sully remain married. She specifically outlined what married meant. If the divorce becomes final, Moira loses the remaining payouts on her share. Nana was very explicit about keeping the money in the family. A divorce, well, divorces them from our family. His payout was twenty, right?”
Kit thought about it for a moment. “Yeah, I think it was twenty million. And then there was the Steinway, of course.”
Spencer pointed. “That’s right. Well, he’s in breach of contract, Kit. His inheritance allocation is the same as ours. We all got the same schedule. The payout is over five years. Four million a year, paid out quarterly. Tilly did that on purpose, so none of us would blow through our money. We all have clauses in our agreements, including Moira. I remember Sully’s agreement. He and I discussed it. At the time it was fine because you two were newly married. Tilly knew about him—she could always read people well. She knew Joe and the whole musician lifestyle. She saw it.”
He met her eyes and continued. “She put in a clause that stated if Sully was unfaithful to you in his marriage and slept with someone else, even once, it would violate the agreement. And she put a clause about drug use too. I’ll get Finley to give him a random drug test. Make it mandatory. That’s another one that’s in his agreement. He’s got the same burn rate as us. I’m pretty certain his remaining balance is still there. I’ll call Edward and double check. The thing is, if we can prove it, he goes into default and the funds are frozen, so are Moira’s once the divorce is final. They’re both locked out, the Steinway will be repossessed and then the remaining funds get allocated to the executor to decide where the money goes.” Spencer donned a Cheshire cat grin.
She shook her head. “And that would be you because Tilly didn’t trust James or Dad at the time. She didn’t want me touching anything legal because she wanted me focusing on music.”
Spencer chuckled. “Bingo. So, sis, how are we going to allocate those funds?”
She sighed. “I have no idea. Hang onto them for a bit. Stick ‘em in an interest bearing account or investment. Shit, I don’t want Moira to get screwed and even though Sully screwed up, I don’t want to take away his inheritance. Something about that doesn’t feel right. He and Nana had a close relationship and she really loved him. At least we can buy Moira a little time while I make my decision.”
He nodded. “Nana was very clear, Kitty.”
She shook her head. “There’s so many moving parts right now. Makes my brain hurt. I don’t even want to think about it. You’re the executor. Take care of it. I wash my hands of this. Ugh. Hold off on anything with Moira. It’s a legal separation to start, so that should avoid her hitting default on Nana’s terms, but please have the attorneys check on that. I don’t want Moira getting blindsided. I’ll talk to her in person in the next day or two. Do you think Nana would roll over in her grave if I leased out this place or maybe even eventually sold it?”
He chuckled. “No.
