A Gift from the Goddess

Chapter 112 Book 2 Chapter 4

Book 2 – Ch.# 4 

“Come in,” said a deep voice on the other side of the door. 

I’d only had to wait a few seconds for his response after knocking, but I wished there hadn’t been a reply at all. More than anything else, I just wanted to walk away. I wanted him to not be there waiting for me in his office. But that wasn’t the case. 

After leaving the construction site, I’d done only the bare minimum in fixing my appearance before coming here. Showering within a few minutes and changing into some more appropriate clothing as quickly as possible. After all, I wouldn’t be able to show myself in the state I’d been in after the accident. 

There was no backing out now. With one final deep breath, I pushed open the door and faced the man I knew would be there. 

Even in the dim light of his office, I could still make him out clearly as he sat behind his desk. His clean-cut dark hair and expensive suit only adding to his imposing presentation, his blue eyes having a way that made you want to squirm away under their gaze. This was the man many feared… and rightfully so. “My sweet Raven,” he greeted, standing up as I entered. I moved to the centre of the room and avoided his eyes, casting my own down to the ground in a sign of submission and apology. “Sorry for keeping you waiting, sir,” I said. “I came here as quickly as I could.” 

“Ah… yes, understandable.” 

I heard as he walked around the desk to stand in front of me, his hand coming up to pinch under my chin. Instantly, my pulse began to quicken. What would be the punishment waiting for me this time? 

“Look at me,” he instructed, pushing my head up. “Tell me what happened.” 

There was no point in lying to him. He would find out the truth even if I tried to deceive him. He always did. There was no such thing as hiding a secret from Eric Reid. 

“I failed to bring in Miles Kennedy alive, sir,” I answered slowly. “I apologise for my carelessness.” 

He clicked his tongue three times in disapproval, causing me to flinch involuntarily in surprise at the abrupt sound. Despite that though, I still remained firmly in his grasp. “So disappointing, Raven,” he scolded, “So unlike you.” 

control,” I admitted,

“Ah.” 

saw that it was blood. I must have missed a spot in my haste to get here as quickly as possible. “Such a pretty girl on the surface, my Raven” he mused, looking at his hand as he rubbed

and thumb together, removing the blood as if he’d just picked up some dust. “Yet looks aren’t everything, as we well know. Did anyone see you?” His eyes flicked back to my own as he asked the question, shooting ice-cold

the only person I’ve been in contact with prior

as though he were trying

he felt assured by my response in the

simply

I felt his grip on my face ease off slightly, allowing

Never forget that you cannot trust anyone. A parent’s love may be unconditional, but others will never understand and accept you for what you

back, knowing that showing weakness would not help my situation or appease him in any way. If anything, it would only make things so much worse. But I knew I shouldn’t let it weigh on me too much. It wasn’t as though I hadn’t heard these words countless times before. “I’m sorry, Father,” I whispered.

a step away, and I watched as he walked back to

and a small plastic bottle I was all too familiar with. It was my medicine to

me. “And you don’t need to worry… I

to grab the items, not wanting to test his patience. “T-thank you, sir,” I stammered in

from the bottle. In one swift movement, I downed the drink and the pill without wasting even a second. I’d never been more grateful for alcohol than

I’ve been told those ‘hands’ are attending the event tomorrow.” There were only two reasons I was ever brought to these events; as security… or, in rare circumstances, as a spy. Given his emphasis on ensuring I didn’t inflict injury during punishment, I could only assume it was the latter option. A few bruises weren’t of

weren’t stupid. They would already know too well who my father really was under his businessman façade and would keep their distance. Most people knew but it was just that no one had the power to do anything about it. Father had his hand in so many networks that it was impossible to ever pin anything on him. Given that, I wasn’t exactly

…But who…? 

who will I be becoming *acquainted* with?” I said delicately, trying to phrase it

father laughed so loudly that I almost dropped the glass from

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