Chapter 10 - THE FINAL SURPRISEOne year later.
We were in a small coastal town in Maine. No glass towers, no stock prices. Just a small bookstore I owned and a house overlooking the water.
Alexander was sitting on the porch, reading a book. He had no empire, no billion-dollar company. He had us.
"Are you happy?" I asked, bringing him a cup of coffee.
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He looked at me, a genuine, warm smile—the one I had first heard over the phone. "I’m the happiest man alive."
I realized then that the wrong number hadn't been a mistake. It had been the only right thing that ever happened to either of us. We were anonymous, we were safe, and for the first time, he wasn't Alexander Hayes, the billionaire shark. He was just the man who answered when I needed a friend. And that was enough.
