Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 96: The Butler’s Secret — Part II
Karl

Abby’s face is a picture of complete and utter betrayal as she looks at me from across the metallic

countertop.

“Why are you really here, Karl?” she hisses, her voice wavering ever so slightly. “What else could you

possibly want from me?”

For a moment, I almost consider telling her that there’s nothing else, that I just wanted to apologize. But

then there’s my wolf in the back of my mind, always the more logical one, pushing me to be truthful.

She deserves to know the truth, the whole truth behind what happened. Not just what happened over

the past week, but what happened three years ago.

“Alright,” I murmur, nodding. “Let me tell you…”

…

A week ago, Gerald stood in front of my desk, his face like stone. “If you’re planning to fire Gianna,

then I’m afraid you’ll be losing more than just a secretary,” he states flatly, his gaze unwavering. “I’ll

have no option but to resign as well.”

I sighed, passing a hand over my weary face. “Gerald, I’m sorry, but I can’t discuss this with you,” I

said. “My reasons for the decisions I make are mine and mine alone.”

Gerald stood rigidly, a wax figure in his impeccable butler attire, his eyes refusing to meet mine.

“Very well then,” he said. “But my point stands: if you fire Gianna, then I must resign as well.”

His words still confused me. “Why, Gerald? You’ve seen people come and go in this house for years,

and you’ve never even batted an eye. What’s so special about my secretary?”

Gerald paused. “We’re… friends, sir. I can’t in good conscience remain here if she’s fired unjustly.:

His voice, usually controlled and even, wavered ever so slightly. I scrutinized him closely, the age lines

on his face more pronounced than ever.

“But Gerald,” I repeated, “you’ve seen dozens of employees be let go or quit over the years. This isn’t

like you. Are you romantically involved with her?”

were out before I could weigh them, hanging grotesquely

face went ashen, his

no, sir. That’s

“Then what is it, Gerald? I’ve known you for decades. You’re not a man

decisions or

weight of the world seemingly on his shoulders. “Very well, sir. Gianna is

daughter. My illegitimate daughter.”

shut my eyes wearily for a moment. “Why now, Gerald? Why did you

years ago, sir. By

want to cause a disruption, so

a maze of confessions and betrayals.

service, his steadfast loyalty, and juxtaposed it against the deplorable conduct of

you must understand

course, sir. I didn’t expect you to

some time to

“Absolutely.”

exited the room, leaving me alone with the weight of

the illegitimate daughter

mind wandered back to the night before, when Gerald found Abby

the exact time that Gianna had confessed her love and tried

my computer turned on, especially not with

Was it possible…?

…

earth-shattering revelation, but I

was prepared

weighty leather bound folder

I called out, prepared to reveal my discoveries and see how it all

was then that I saw it: they really did look like father and daughter. I

had never noticed it before, but now it was clear as day. They had the

nose, the same

coming,” I said, gesturing to the two chairs across from my desk. “Take a

of mild surprise and confusion on their faces, they sat. Leading up

benevolence; and yet, all the while, I

bound folder sitting on my desk, and cast

read what is inside,”

desk. My heart almost seemed to stop

Her eyes widened, her mouth a small

her eyes

see, I got a little suspicious about the other night,” I

own digging. You really shouldn’t be sending such incriminating

think I would never exercise my

blood draining away like

Abby, begging my secretary to fit her into