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?”

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

went ashen, his

s, no, sir. That’s not it

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

or sudden

the weight of the world seemingly on his shoulders. “Very well, sir.

daughter. My illegitimate daughter.”

a moment. “Why

that she was my daughter five years ago, sir.

to cause a

of confessions and betrayals. I thought

loyalty, and juxtaposed it against the

must understand that this is a lot to

I didn’t expect you to make

me some time to think

“Absolutely.”

Gerald exited the room, leaving me alone with the weight of his confession.

the illegitimate daughter of

wandered back to the night before, when Gerald found Abby

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

on, especially not

Was it possible…?

…

earth-shattering revelation, but I had

revelations, and I was prepared to drop them like

a weighty leather bound

prepared to reveal my

that I saw it: they really

it was clear as day.

nose, the same

coming,” I said, gesturing to the two

on their faces, they

benevolence; and yet, all the while, I had been doing my own

leather bound folder sitting on my desk, and

read what is inside,”

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

folder. Her eyes widened,

this?” she asked, her eyes

a little suspicious about the other night,”

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

would never exercise my right to

went ashen, the blood draining away like

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