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. He was

went ashen, his

no, sir. That’s not it

Gerald? I’ve known you

or sudden

weight of the world seemingly on his shoulders.

daughter. My illegitimate daughter.”

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

that she was my daughter five years ago,

to cause a disruption,

mind raced, stumbling through a maze of confessions and betrayals. I thought

Gerald’s service, his steadfast loyalty, and juxtaposed it against the deplorable

coming clean, Gerald. But you must

I didn’t expect you to

some time

“Absolutely.”

leaving me alone

the illegitimate daughter of my

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

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

not with my emails

Was it possible…?

…

earth-shattering revelation,

prepared

my desk, a weighty leather bound folder sitting in front of me. “Gianna,

I called out, prepared to reveal my discoveries and

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

had never noticed it before, but now it was

the

coming,” I said, gesturing to the two chairs across from

on their faces, they sat. Leading up to this point, I had

benevolence; and yet, all the while, I

bound folder sitting on my

to read what is

hesitated, then slowly reached across the desk. My heart almost seemed

she opened the folder. Her eyes widened, her

asked, her eyes slowly raising to meet

her. “You see, I got a little suspicious about the other

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

Did you think I would never exercise my

went ashen, the blood draining away like

emails were d amning—countless emails from Abby, begging my secretary to fit her into