Chapter 27: The Foundation
His office phone buzzed.
Janet, his new assistant—a highly competent woman in her fifties who was excellent at her job and absolutely nothing like Martina—spoke through the intercom.
“Mr. Blackwell, your 11:00 AM is here. Ms. Rodriguez from the Cornerstone Foundation.”
“Send her in,” Jordan said.
Straightening his tie. Pushing thoughts of Martina away.
Again. For the thousandth time that day.
Elena Rodriguez swept into his office with the kind of purposeful energy that made things happen.
She was the director of the Cornerstone Foundation. The same charity where Jordan and Martina had first attended that fateful gala three months ago.
“Jordan, thank you for seeing me,” Elena said, shaking his hand warmly.
“I have a proposal I think you’ll find interesting.”
“I’m listening.”
Elena pulled out a tablet, swiping through a presentation.
“The foundation is launching a new initiative. Literacy programs for underserved communities. We’re looking for corporate sponsors who can provide not just funding, but strategic oversight.”
“Someone who understands operations. Can build programs that scale. And genuinely cares about social impact.”
“Sounds ambitious,” Jordan said carefully.
“What do you need from me?”
“Two things. First, a financial commitment. We’re asking major sponsors to pledge $500,000 over two years.”
“Second, we need someone to chair the operations committee. Someone brilliant, strategic, and passionate about education.”
Jordan thought immediately of Martina.
She’d mentioned in Paris—during one of their thirty-six hours of actual conversation—that she’d always wanted to work in educational nonprofits. But couldn’t afford the pay cut.
“I can provide the funding,” Jordan said slowly.
“But I’m not the right person to chair the committee. However, I know someone who would be perfect.”
Elena’s eyes lit up.
“Who?”
“Martina Hayes. She’s currently director of operations at Ashford Industries. She’s brilliant, experienced, and passionate about education.”
“She volunteers at a women’s shelter in Brooklyn, helps with their literacy programs. This initiative would be perfect for her.”
“Can you reach out to her? Make the introduction.”
Jordan’s chest constricted.
“No. I promised I wouldn’t contact her. But you could reach out directly. Tell her about the initiative.”
“Tell her the position comes with a competitive salary. Match whatever Ashford is paying her, plus twenty percent.”
“Tell her she’d be making real change. Using her skills to transform lives. Not just corporate profits.”
Elena studied him with knowing eyes.
“This is about more than just finding the right person, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Jordan admitted.
“And no. Martina deserves this opportunity. She deserves to do work that fulfills her. Not just work that pays well.”
“Even if recommending her means I never see her again. It’s the right thing to do. She taught me that. She taught me a lot of things.”
“You’re in love with her,” Elena said gently.
It wasn’t a question.
“Completely. Irreversibly. Uselessly.”
Jordan smiled sadly.
“But sometimes loving someone means wanting their happiness more than your own. Means putting their dreams ahead of your pride. Means letting them go even when it destroys you.”
Elena nodded slowly.
“I’ll reach out to her.”
“And Jordan—whatever happened between you two, I hope you find your way back to each other. Anyone who loves someone enough to sacrifice their own happiness for them deserves a second chance.”
After Elena left, Jordan stood at his window, looking out over Manhattan.
He allowed himself to imagine Martina’s face when she heard about the opportunity. The way her eyes would light up. The way she’d probably immediately start planning. Strategizing. Building programs in her mind.
He imagined her happiness.
And found that even from a distance. Even without being part of her life.
Her happiness was enough.
Almost.
