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?”

words were out before I could weigh them, hanging grotesquely

went ashen,

no, sir.

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

decisions or sudden

the world seemingly on his shoulders. “Very

daughter. My illegitimate daughter.”

a moment. “Why now, Gerald? Why did you

my daughter five years ago, sir.

I didn’t want to cause a

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

steadfast loyalty, and juxtaposed

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

expect you

some time to think

“Absolutely.”

me alone with the weight of his confession.

was the illegitimate

to the night before, when Gerald found Abby “stealing” from

confessed her love and tried kissing

my computer turned on, especially not with my emails sitting out on

Was it possible…?

…

Gerald’s earth-shattering revelation, but I had

and I was prepared to drop them like

at my desk, a weighty leather

called out, prepared to reveal

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 same

nose, the same

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

and confusion on their faces, they sat.

of benevolence; and yet, all the while, I had been doing my own detective work. I gestured

my desk,

want to read what

reached across the desk. My heart

the folder. Her eyes widened, her mouth

her

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

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

you think I would never exercise my

draining away

emails from Abby, begging my secretary