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

went ashen, his eyes

sir. That’s

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

decisions or sudden

weight of the world seemingly on his shoulders.

daughter. My illegitimate daughter.”

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

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

cause a disruption, so we kept it a

a maze of confessions and betrayals. I thought about

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

must understand that this is a lot

I didn’t expect you to make

time to think

“Absolutely.”

alone with the weight of his confession.

was the illegitimate daughter of

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

exact time that Gianna had confessed her love and tried kissing

computer turned on, especially not with my

Was it possible…?

…

since Gerald’s earth-shattering revelation,

revelations, and I was prepared to drop them like

found myself sitting at my desk, a weighty leather bound

out, prepared to reveal my discoveries

saw it:

it before, but now it was clear as day. They had the same eyes,

the

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

surprise and confusion on their faces, they sat. Leading

yet, all the while, I

my desk,

want to read what is inside,”

desk. My heart almost seemed

she opened the folder. Her eyes widened, her mouth a small ‘o’

is this?” she asked, her eyes slowly raising

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

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

would never exercise my right to

draining away

emails from Abby,