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?”

could weigh them, hanging grotesquely in the

face went ashen,

s, no, sir. That’s

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

or sudden

the weight of the world seemingly on his

daughter. My illegitimate daughter.”

for a moment. “Why now, Gerald? Why did you never

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

didn’t want to cause a disruption,

of confessions and betrayals. I

loyalty, and juxtaposed it

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

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

me some time to think

“Absolutely.”

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

the illegitimate daughter

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

that Gianna had confessed her love and tried kissing me. I

not with my

Was it possible…?

…

days had passed since Gerald’s earth-shattering

and I was prepared to

weighty leather bound folder sitting

called out, prepared to reveal my discoveries

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

but now it was clear as

nose, the same

gesturing to the two chairs

looks of mild surprise and confusion on their faces, they sat. Leading up to this point, I

I had been doing my own detective work.

on my desk, and cast my

what is inside,” I

desk. My heart almost seemed to stop

she opened the folder. Her eyes widened, her mouth a

she asked, her

little suspicious about the other night,” I said,

shouldn’t be sending such incriminating emails over your work

think I would never

blood draining away like

Abby, begging my secretary