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?”

weigh them, hanging grotesquely in the air. He

Gerald’s face went ashen, his eyes

d s, no, sir. That’s not

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

decisions or

of the world seemingly on

daughter. My illegitimate daughter.”

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

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

a disruption, so we kept it a

stumbling through a maze of confessions

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

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

I didn’t expect you to make a decision

some time to think about

“Absolutely.”

leaving me alone with the weight of his confession.

illegitimate daughter

back to the night before, when Gerald

Gianna had confessed her

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

Was it possible…?

…

couple of days had passed since Gerald’s earth-shattering revelation,

and I was prepared to

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

in,” I called out, prepared to reveal my discoveries and

I saw it: they really

but now it was clear as

nose, the

for coming,” I said, gesturing to the two chairs across from my desk.

looks of mild surprise and confusion on their faces, they sat. Leading up to this point,

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

leather bound folder sitting on my desk,

what

reached across the desk. My

opened the folder. Her eyes widened, her mouth a

is this?” she asked, her

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

do my own digging. You really shouldn’t be

Did you think I would

went ashen, the blood draining away like

from Abby, begging my secretary to fit