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,

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

aside, focusing on the task

started,” I say, scanning the room. “First on

enough. Various

the last item on the agenda that

stomach tighten.

My brother’s condition.

may know,” the local renowned physician and

waking up from his coma soon. How

Alpha?”

eyes are on me, probing, scrutinizing. I maintain my composure. “I welcome it.

Alpha wouldn’t be a bad

at the same time, I can’t entirely deny the fact that there’s a bit

truth behind my words.

much I

who’s to say that he’ll even be

room at my words. Then Mark, a council

vocal about his opinions,

you’ve been working at a restaurant in the city, haven’t you,

correct,” I say. “And what of

look. “Perhaps being

in the air, and I can feel the atmosphere shift, the

straight in the

up for discussion,” I say, letting my

knife. “Meeting

members gather their papers and stand, exchanging

they leave the room. I stay seated for a moment

the meeting

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

tonight. We need to discuss a few

her. There’s something off about her tone, something I can’t quite place. Maybe because

I wind up making a snap decision. “You know what?” I say, standing. “That’s an

dinner at my

a moment, a peculiar expression crosses her face. It’s fleeting, but it’s there—a mix of

can’t identify. She quickly masks it

well, sir. I’ll

…

I settle into the leather seat of my car, the engine

My fingers drum on the steering wheel, my

home for the weekend, the council’s thinly veiled criticism,

competes for attention, but

prolonged silence. “You know, this dinner tonight could

A date with Abby, gaining her approval

of him. “That was the goal, my friend. I’m even thinking of taking her

her choose whatever she wants,

buying Abby the latest designer