Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 83: Hidden Priorities
Karl

The mahogany door clicks shut behind me as I step into the conference room.

Members of the council, influential businessmen and entrepreneurs who hold significant power in the

community, are already seated around the long table. I can feel the weight of their expectations

hanging in the air, but right now, my thoughts are preoccupied with something—or rather, someone—

else.

Before I can approach the table, my secretary, Gianna, is waiting by the door for me. “Good morning,

Alpha Karl,” she says, her voice low and even as usual. “Nice to see you after all this time.”

I nod as I slip my jacket off and hang it on the hook. “I’m glad to be back.”

“And you’re staying, I presume?” she asks, her eyes glinting with something unreadable.

For a moment, I feel almost like I’m being put on the spot. The others are preoccupied with their

preparations, but Gianna’s gaze is unwavering. I always knew that she disapproved of my… adventure

out to the city to win Abby back, but there’s something else in her gaze. Something I can’t quite put my

finger on.

“We’ll see,” I say, trying to be vague.

Gianna blinks slowly before handing me the meeting’s agenda in a leather bound folder. As she does,

our fingers brush, and she leans in.

“Sir, I know this might not be my place, but I heard that your… ex-wife is staying with you. Is that

correct?”

Her sudden choice of words gives me pause, especially in this setting. Slowly turning to face her, I can’t

help but notice a subtle furrow of her brows, a tightening around her eyes. “And if she is, would that be

that a problem?” I ask, keeping my voice neutral.

“No, not a problem,” she says, but her hesitation tells me otherwise. “Just… be careful around her, Karl.

You know how things were.”

I look at her squarely. “Abby never cheated on me. The gardener manipulated the situation. Let’s not

forget that.”

Gianna’s expression shifts, a hint of guilt flashing across her eyes, but before I can question it further,

into a hushed silence, signaling the meeting’s commencement. Gianna

my concerns aside, focusing on the

say, scanning the room. “First on

Various

opportunities, community initiatives. But it’s the last item on

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

you all may know,” the local renowned physician and member of the council, Dr.

“your brother may be waking up from his coma soon. How

Alpha?”

probing, scrutinizing. I maintain my composure. “I

of Alpha wouldn’t be a bad thing.”

in a hint of humor. But at the same time, I

truth behind my words.

Alpha here for years. No matter how much I love my brother, I won’t give up my

easily. And besides, who’s to say that he’ll even be physically able

through the room at my words. Then Mark, a

about his opinions,

at a restaurant in the city, haven’t you, Karl?”

is correct,” I say. “And

look.

hang heavy in the air, and I can feel the atmosphere shift, the tension climbing

straight

reasons for working there are not up for discussion,” I say, letting

a knife.

a collective rustling as the council members gather their

handshakes as they leave the room. I

the meeting sink

gone, snapping me out of my reverie. “I think you should come

need to discuss

There’s something off about her tone, something I

a snap decision. “You know what?” I say, standing.

a dinner at my

crosses her face. It’s fleeting, but it’s there—a

else I can’t identify. She quickly

well, sir. I’ll see

…

settle into the leather seat of my car, the engine purrs to

fingers drum on the steering wheel, my mind racing

weekend, the council’s thinly

competes for attention, but

stirs, breaking his prolonged silence. “You know, this dinner tonight could be

A date with Abby,

the goal, my friend.

dress before dinner. Let her choose whatever

Abby the latest designer