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?”

were out before I could weigh them, hanging grotesquely in the air. He was far

went

s, no, sir. That’s

narrowed. “Then what is it, Gerald? I’ve known you

decisions or sudden

world seemingly on his shoulders. “Very well,

daughter. My illegitimate daughter.”

shut my eyes wearily for a moment. “Why now,

she was my daughter five years

a disruption, so we

stumbling through a maze of

service, his steadfast loyalty, and juxtaposed it

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

you to make

me some time to think about

“Absolutely.”

alone

the illegitimate daughter

I sat there, my mind wandered back to the night before, when Gerald found

that Gianna had confessed her

computer turned on, especially not with my emails sitting out

Was it possible…?

…

earth-shattering revelation, but

revelations, and I was prepared

my desk, a weighty leather bound folder sitting

prepared to reveal my discoveries and see how

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

that I had never noticed it before, but now it

the

I said, gesturing to the two chairs across from my

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

air of benevolence; and yet, all the while, I

on my desk, and cast

to read what is

then slowly reached across the desk. My heart almost seemed to

Her eyes widened, her mouth a small ‘o’

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

I got a little suspicious about the

You really shouldn’t be sending such

would never

draining away

d amning—countless emails from Abby, begging my