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?”

them, hanging grotesquely in the air.

face went ashen,

sir. That’s not it

what is it, Gerald? I’ve known you for decades. You’re

or

weight of the world seemingly on his shoulders.

daughter. My illegitimate daughter.”

for a moment. “Why

only discovered that she was my daughter five years ago, sir. By that time, she

I didn’t want to cause a disruption, so we kept it a

through a maze of confessions and betrayals. I thought about

and juxtaposed it against the deplorable conduct

clean, Gerald. But you must understand that this is a lot to

sir. I didn’t expect you to make a decision right

time to think about

“Absolutely.”

exited the room, leaving me alone with the weight of his

illegitimate daughter

my mind wandered back to the night before, when Gerald found Abby “stealing”

her love and tried kissing me.

on, especially not with my emails sitting

Was it possible…?

…

earth-shattering revelation, but I

I was prepared

desk, a weighty leather bound folder sitting in front

to reveal my discoveries and see how it

it:

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

nose, the same

I said, gesturing to the two

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

I had

leather bound folder sitting on my desk, and cast my eyes on

what is inside,” I

then slowly reached across the desk. My heart almost

widened, her

her eyes

“You see, I got a little suspicious about the other night,” I said, standing. “So, I

really shouldn’t be sending such incriminating emails over your work

Did you think I would never

draining

amning—countless emails from Abby,