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

Gerald’s face went ashen, his

d s, no, sir. That’s not it at

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

decisions or sudden

world seemingly on his shoulders. “Very well, sir.

daughter. My illegitimate daughter.”

wearily for a moment. “Why now, Gerald?

five years ago, sir. By

want to cause a disruption, so we

maze of confessions and

loyalty, and juxtaposed it against the deplorable conduct of

Gerald. But you must understand

you

some time to think about

“Absolutely.”

exited the room, leaving me alone with the

illegitimate daughter

there, my mind wandered back to the night

her love and tried kissing

turned on, especially not with

Was it possible…?

…

days had passed since Gerald’s earth-shattering revelation, but I had had several of

prepared to drop them

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

I called out, prepared to reveal

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

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

the same

to the two chairs

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

yet, all the while, I had been doing my own

on my desk, and cast my eyes

want to read what is inside,” I

across the desk.

she opened the folder. Her eyes widened, her mouth

this?” she asked, her eyes slowly raising to meet

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

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

would never exercise my right

the blood draining away like water

from Abby, begging my secretary